These books were left in a bundle by my front door during the week, a donation for the Little Community Library.
Naturally, I thought it prudent to read the Jack Reacher books before passing them on. Jack and I go back a long way. Great escapism and I’ve always had a soft spot for the lump of a man. Or thug if you prefer. (And that does not include the Tom Cruise version. What a crock!)
Sadly, I confess to breaking up with Jack. There is an issue when a girl wants to send Jack Reacher a Red Cross parcel. Or buy him a dog. Jack sorely needs a dog to call his own.
Someone please let me know when Lee Childs gives Jack a white picket fence or a share portfolio. Or a basset hound. I’ll read all about him again then.
Monash and Chauvel will be undertaken on those long hot days under the ceiling fans when all the guests have departed.
Same with Mickey Mouse.
And thanks from my neighbourhood. Much appreciated 🙂