Night of Thunder

Swagger is more believable in this one that the last. I can't wait for the upcoming book.

The usual very entertaining Bob Lee Swagger novel but with some glaring errors in both the details of NASCAR and in the mechanics of some of the firearms used. Most unusual for Stephen Hunter.

You don't have to own a gun and follow NASCAR to love this book. Stephen Hunter's newest Swagger novel is addictive. I read it in one sitting because I couldn't wait to see what happened next. And I wasn't disappointed. It's a good story, told with characteristic wit and skill (and lots of loving attention to every scope and bullet in sight), that builds to a crescendo that is terrifying and really funny at the same time. Hunter's a great detail man -- and he has perfect pitch in Night of Thunder. From the making of an unlikely hero at a country store that will be recognized by anyone who's ever stopped to get a soda on a back-country road to the orchestrated pomp, circumstance and greed that makes NASCAR so appealing, Hunter's created a hell of a story here. One of the nicest parts of this book is the author's abiity to show how an aging and slightly creaky Swagger can still deliver the goods when they're needed. Swagger in his later years is as craggy and flinty as Clint Eastwood, an old lion but still a lion. Night of Thunder is one of Hunter's best.