Killing Floor, by Lee Child
I could not read this. The prose is terrible. Commas are rare. Periods are abundant. It’s hard to read. I got through one chapter. I checked later books. They are the same. I had heard good things. I cannot get past this. I am not exaggerating. It’s actually worse than this. These are all sentences. Full sentences. Not fragments. There we go. It’s like this. Reading a Reacher...