The only other time I felt more alive was the day I first bashed a man’s head in and robbed him in broad daylight.” “I felt like I didn’t exist, except when I read that book.
I read Latin,” he tells a fellow grifter, speaking of his love for the Aeneid and his admiration for Aeneas’ willingness to put the ends above the means. When he’s not pulling off insanely intricate schemes, Delton translates ancient manuscripts.
But Roger’s story of a charismatic master of disguise, occasionally known as Jack Delton, quickly defies expectations. A gripping suspense novel packed with bank heists, shooting sprees, and criminal depravity, Ghostman seems more like the work of a grizzled FBI veteran than the first novel of a freshly minted Reed grad.
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