I hate to describe the Jack Reacher novels as revenge fantasy books, not because it's not accurate, because it totally is, but because it sounds so sordid. These books are tons of fun and they're edge of your seat thrillers.
But what I'll remember about them now is that I gave one ... this one ... to my dad, and he said he couldn't put it down.
Seeing my dad's reading tastes and my own start to overlap a little is one of the pleasures of growing up. Back when I was reading revenge fantasies like the Demon Princes novels of Jack Vance, and my dad impounded one of them for a while because of its lurid cover, I couldn't have predicted this would happen. (It was The Palace of Love. Those are great books, by the way.)