Reading fiction is for suckers. Wading through 10 pages of exposition for the purposes of imagining the equivalent of a 10 second scene on television is grossly inefficient– a curiosity of a time gone by.
But if you are going to waste your money on a book, and enrich an arrogant, self-important prick– you could do worse than Brad Thor…
“F*** you! Why do you need a porsche? D***head!”