His novels are replete with well-developed characters, believable dialogue, great humor, and they have more twists and turns than a steep mountain road.
Coben’s last thriller, is the inspiration for it’s title – the #1 1984 hit song “Missing You” by John Waite.
Its electric windows slid down and a voice chirped out: "I could never pass a Union Jack.
Hop in." I was about to meet one of the most famous faces on the planet at the time. His house on Franklin Drive, right at the top of a canyon, was a far cry from his boyhood terraced home in Manchester.
This is an interesting premise and it pulled me in right from the start.
In typical Coben fashion, there are multiple plots that eventually overlap, and he handles them deftly. For my money, Coben is the best author when it comes to writing a scene that conveys characters’ spoken – and unspoken – feelings toward one another.
For Davy Jones, who died last week, Hollywood proved a long way from Manchester.
The novel features a nice balance of dialogue and action, and the scenes where “business picks up” are edge-of-your-seat fun.
The way Tinder works is that one can either swipe right if the person is potentially interested or swipe left if the person is not feeling it.
According to a study presented at the American Psychological Association, a lot of left swipes on one’s profile can result in a more negative perception of oneself in terms of esteem and body image.
By the end of the night, several worse-for-wear men had wandered in our direction and attempted – some more ably than others – to strike up a conversation.
Apart from feeling bad for them being socially impelled to take the initiative (with the exception of the rude ones who wouldn’t take no for an answer), I was struck by the arbitrariness of it all. You interact with the people who happen to be there, in the hope that one of them might be the sort of person you’d want to get to know better.