47 chapters/307 pages
Start/Finish: 4/24/12
First let me begin this review by saying that I read this book back in 2012. However, after I read a book, I always try to write out my feelings on the story when I finish. Sometimes, I’m moved to write a great deal to type up later. Other times, I just feel up to writing a very basic review. I never intended for it to take me almost six YEARS to get it on my GoodReads account, but it has. Obviously, by now, I don’t really remember much about the story, though sometimes my notes help jog my memory. So, if the following review doesn’t really say much or deal too much with the story or plot, that’s probably because I wasn’t moved by one or the other or both to write more than I did. However, such as it is I give to you.
My Review—Excellent! Great suspense and drama and action. So many twists and turns, you’re kept guessing until the very end. I enjoy books such as these so much. I find I can (fairly quickly) spot the killer and clue and motives, etc., in mysteries—but books such as “Head Game,” even if you do figure out pieces of the plot, etc., you’re kept riveted, constantly getting those, “oh-my-gosh” moments of surprise because you just didn’t see that coming!
The best part for me? No annoying feminists! The only female, really, is a sad and lonely and angry teen, whose mother just died. A minor female character (minor in that she’s not the hero’s daughter, though she is featured pretty steadily throughout) is a prostitute who, I feel, is a sympathetic case because, even though she’s part of the “head game” being played on the hero, Cale Caldwell, and his teenaged daughter, Grace, she doesn’t really enjoy her part in it and feels a certain kinship for Grace.
And, as always, I so enjoy the depiction of men being men: their frat-like friendships and bonding and conversations and thoughts on women. Guys are so cute when they’re allowed to be what God made them to be: men. No feminists castrating them, emasculating them into becoming the dreaded “Metrosexual.” And no better group of men depict “masculinity” to me than manly military men. Though Cale and his buddy, Kirby, are more “desk jock” and “science geek” than Pug’s “locked-and-loaded” “in-the-trenches” fighter, but the three together portray that male camaraderie of joking and taunting and daring and teasing that best exemplifies Man as God made him. there’s a certain art form in the way guys razz each other. Too many Metros today freak about “bullying,” but that’s a lot of what guys do: pick on each other. It’s all about initiations, “survival of the fittest”—the “weakest in the herd” gets picked on the most but, actually, ALL guys within their circle get picked on. It’s a “right of passage,” and, when you come down to it, a demonstration of their “fondness” (for lack of a better “masculine” term). Guys pick on girls they like; guys pick on guys they admire. And Cale, Kirby, and Pug like each other and (greatly, mercilessly) pick on each other. Male bonding. It’s a beautiful thing, actually (it can be QUITE amusing), and it’s at the center of this book.
Grade: A+ (only because there’s nothing higher to give it!)