- He is 6'5", same height as my husband.
- He loves coffee.
- He also likes pretty ladies.
- He's an expert shot with a rifle.
- There are lots of things he would like to tell you about the design and manufacture of firearms.
- He can sleep literally anywhere.
- He thinks it is rarely not a good idea to head butt someone.
- He doesn't have a cell phone, and in fact is slightly confused by some of our newfangled technologies.
- He likes to travel by bus.
- He carries no luggage. Each book gives us a scene of Reacher buying new clothes and stuffing the old ones in the store trashcan. My dad theorizes that he rinses out his underwear in motel bathrooms, but this has not been made clear.
Juliet posted about Reacher last week and it reminded me of my love for these books. My sister also wrote about him last year, and her review wound up as a blurb on the author's website. It is odd, really, that we three peace-loving, refined ladies love these books so much. I can't account for it. Any of you guys fans? As Juliet says, they are like Hardy Boys for grown-ups, just about that unrealistic and formulaic. But the formula is so, so pleasurable to the initiated, which is the point of a formula, I guess.
My favorite is The Enemy, followed by The Persuader, then Killing Floor, I think. Y'all?
Jack Reacher CRIES OUT for parody, so I wrote one, inspired by the question of what would happen if Reacher came to my world. You can read it here if you are into it. Or you don't have to. No big whoop.
Oh, and listen up any malefactors out there. If you pass this story off as your own, Reacher will find you and break your knee with a kick from one of his stout English shoes, each of which, as we learn in The Hard Way, weighs two pounds.