I balk at Hawk by Dan Streib
And there I stood thinking I had found a bargain picking up 3 Dan Streib Hawk books at knock down give away prices.
Much though I love pulp fiction I could find nothing to endear me towards Hawk.
For some reason the author would never consistently refer to him by one name. One sentence we call him Hawk, the next we say Mike, then we say Hawk, then we say Mike. Bah humbug. That alone ruined the books for me. Sometimes we even say Michael, or Michael Hawk.
