Yeah, I've talked about my love of Stephen Hunter's work before. I can feel the Southern dust kicking up behind this barreling truck of a novel every time I dig in.
But as a writer, it occurs to me that while I'm reading and enjoying a Hunter novel, I'm also analyzing at the same time. And I understand completely why he makes the choices he does. And they're the same choices I would've made, and the same I make day after day when I'm writing. It's neat to recognize a kindred soul, more so in Hunter than in many others.