Hard Rain is number two of six, and is sort of indistinguishable from the others in the way I would probably feel about any series of books if I read them in quick succession. The specific naming of different scotches and jazz performers began to grate in this book, but again, likely because of the quick succession I read the series in. Unlike the first book, this one had scenes seemingly written with a movie in mind.
Rain Fall is the first in a series of six (so far?) smart books about a Japanese-American assassin who loves whiskey and jazz. I read books 3 and 4 on vacation a couple years ago and then read 1, 2, 5 and 6 in the last month. I should stay away from books like this because they’re really like crack to me, but perfect for vacation or commuting.