Six Seconds should be Rick Mofina's breakout thriller. It moves like a tornado.

Man, you weigh a freaking ton," he told me. "What've you been eating, rocks?" "Why, is your head missing some?" I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been

Please, I begged silently, please do not let my last moments on earth be me crammed into a tiny boat in the dark, surrounded by mechanical singing pirates.

Dead Max was the biggest oxymoron in history.

But then we have to leave, have to. It's always been that way, and it will always be that way, Jane. That's just.. how it works

The writing in Mission to Paris, sentence after sentence, page after page, is dazzling. If you are a John le Carr fan, this is definitely a novel for you.

The hardest part about parenting is when I have to be The Dad--aka the Fun-Sucker--as opposed to being a friend.