Thomas Lazo

Made it through a few chapters, but the magic is gone. I can't be anything but grateful for the pulpy fun of 24 perfect Reacher books, but this handoff to a new author is not going to work. I wish him luck writing his own books - let Reacher walk off into the sunset. This is just bad fan fiction I'm afraid. The new author would do well to read Stephen King's "on writing" a few dozen times to trim the fat. Reacher drones on where in the past a few brief clauses would do. The action scenes are muddled, the plot is front loaded with too much exposition, and the dialogue is embarrassing. I'd like to express my hatred of this more poetically, but to be blunt: this reads more like James Patterson than Lee Child