When my dad visits, he can always be counted on to leave behind some hyper-masculine paperback trash (what’s the counterpart of chick-lit, will “dude-lit” work?). The Reacher series can be summed up as the continuing adventures of an unbelievable bad-ass who goes around doing bad-ass things for, essentially, the sake of pure bad-assery. The writing isn’t spectacular, and the plots aren’t realistic, but there are worse ways to spend a few hours.