Full Black-- A book review

We were honored, last night, to have New York Times, bestselling author, Brad Thor come in for booksigning. He is promoting his newest release, Full Black, a fast-paced thriller in the continuing adventures of Scot Harvath.

Not my preferred genre, this military/political thriller has the page-turning, heart-stopping, edge-of-your-seat tension down to an art.

For anyone with a penchant for espionage, global threats, or the American good-guy triumphing over International evils, this is a must-read.

For anyone looking for a slower-paced, character-centric piece, you may want to give this a pass.

This is only the second Brad Thor book I've ever read, so I don't profess to be an expert on his material. Though of the two, I believe Full Black was better written. Thor did allow the reader to see a wider range of emotions from his main character, Scot Harvath-- and I've heard, from Thor fans, the character arc in Full Black is more pronounced than any other Harvath book.

Scot Harvath is a Pro-American, Anti-Terrorism, Thriller-Reader's dream. He embodies everything that defines the American Hero-- the ability to thwart the plans for America's destruction, the need to ensure America's safety, the willingness to do whatever it takes (including all risks to personal safety) to secure the hazard-free future of millions of people he will never meet and who will never know what he has done.

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