The Driver
Finishing the excellent Kathy Valentine memoir, I jumped right into this novel. First blush? A slightly more cartoonish version of Peter Ash novels?
A quick search on the author’s name turned up a long list of TV credits. That’s the hook, including the forensic blockbuster, Bones.
So there is that. Cinematic eye of a novelist.
The main character suffers from combat-related PTSD, and this shows up with the people he killed talking to him.
Made me wonder, characters that I kill off in fiction, could they be talking to me, even now? Sort of a Ghosts of Xmas Passed vibe to it. Will explore later?
With a deft, comedic hand, the adventure rips along, and there is death along the seamy sides of LA and its environs.
The thrill-ride story so engrossed me, I forgot to make notes. Fun book, worth the trip.
The cover art, and the incessant multi-media, social-streaming advertising is what got me to read the book.
Thoroughly enjoyable as a quick ride.
The Driver
