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Do Right, Fear Nothing.
Sam Hopkins is a good kid who has fallen in with the wrong crowd. Hanging around with car thieves and thugs, Sam knows it’s only a matter of time before he makes one bad decision too many and gets into real trouble.
But one day, Sam sees these friends harassing an eccentric schoolmate named Jennifer. Finding the courage to face the bullies down, Sam loses a bad set of friends and ...
Do Right, Fear Nothing.
Sam Hopkins is a good kid who has fallen in with the wrong crowd. Hanging around with car thieves and thugs, Sam knows it’s only a matter of time before he makes one bad decision too many and gets into real trouble.
But one day, Sam sees these friends harassing an eccentric schoolmate named Jennifer. Finding the courage to face the bullies down, Sam loses a bad set of friends and acquires a very strange new one.
Jennifer is not just eccentric. To Sam, she seems downright crazy. She has terrifying hallucinations involving demons, the devil, and death. And here’s the really crazy part: Sam is beginning to suspect that these visions may actually be prophecies—prophecies of something terrible that’s going to happen very soon. Unless he can stop it.
With no one to believe him, with no one to help him, Sam is all alone in a race against time. Finding the truth before disaster strikes is going to be both crazy and very, very dangerous.
“The adrenaline-charged action will keep you totally immersed.” —RT Book Reviews
I was running when the thugs attacked me.
I ran a lot, almost every day after school. It was part of my secret plan to get in shape and try out for the track team. Which was a secret plan because I was never much of an athlete, and the track team was the most important team in school, and I didn't want anyone to laugh at me for thinking I could make the grade.
So almost every day, without mentioning it to anyone, I would go home and change into my running clothes. I would ride my bike out of town, then set the bike down among the trees and take off on foot along one of the empty country trails.
This particular day was in early March. I was pounding my way over the McAdams Trail, which goes up a steep hill through the woods and then comes out for a long, steady stretch along a ridge. It's a nice run with a great view of my hometown below. You can see the houses clustered in the light-green valley and the brick towers of the town hall and the column of the Civil War monument and the river sparkling reddish in the afternoon sun. I could even make out the steeple of my dad's church as I ran along above it.
The cold of winter was still holding on. The trees were still bare, their branches stretching naked into the pale-blue sky. But as I ran along, I caught an occasional whiff of spring drifting through the air. The last snow had melted. The ground that had been ice-hard all winter long felt softer now under my sneakers.
Up ahead of me, at the end of the ridge, there was a railroad bridge. Very old, very narrow—just one thin track supported by concrete pylons. The bridge stretched from the crest of the hill, over the river, to the edge of another hill on the far side. Then the train tracks took a long looping curve around the far ridge over the valley before they ran out of sight behind the surrounding hills. It was an old line, but the freights still used it. They'd go whistling past above the town two and three times a day.
Usually, when I reached the cluster of trees just before the bridge, I would turn down and follow the trail along the descending slope of the hill, heading back for home. That was my plan for today. Only I never made it.
I had just come into the trees. I was running along under the lacework of tangled winter branches. I was feeling good, feeling strong, my legs pushing hard, my wind easy. I was enjoying the touch of spring in the air. And I was thinking about getting on the track team. I was thinking: Hey, I might do this. Thinking: I might really be able to do this.
Then suddenly, I fell. For no reason I could tell at first, I pitched forward, just lost my footing and went flying through the air. I came down hard on the earth. I was going so fast that I knew I couldn't catch myself on my hands—I'd have broken my wrists. Instead, I twisted as I fell and took the worst of the impact on my shoulder. It was a good, solid jar too. I felt it right up through my forehead, a lancing pain. My momentum carried me along the dirt path a few inches, the stones tearing at my clothes.
When I finally came to rest, I lay where I was for a second, dazed. Thinking: What just happened?
Then I looked up—and I knew.
Jeff Winger was standing above me. Seventeen, wiry, narrow rat-like face with floppy sandy-brown hair falling down over his pimply forehead. Black hoodie and sweatpants too low on his waist. Quick, darting weasel eyes that seemed to be looking in every direction for trouble. A thug.
And he wasn't alone. Ed Polanski and Harry Macintyre were also there. They were also thugs. Ed P. was a big lumbering thug with short-cropped blond hair and a face like a potato. Harry Mac was a muscular thug with bulging shoulders and a broad chest.
They must've been hanging back in the thick bushes behind the trees, hidden from my view as I ran past. I figured one of them—Harry Mac, judging by his forward position—had seen me coming and tripped me as I ran along.
Now Jeff Winger looked down on me where I lay. He grinned over at his two friends.
"Somebody fell down," he said.
Ed P. laughed.
Harry Mac said, "A Poor baby."
Painfully, I sat up. I brushed the dirt off my face, also painfully. I spit the grit out from between my teeth. I rolled my shoulder, testing to see if it still worked. It hurt when I moved it, but at least it was operational.
I looked up at the thugs laughing down at me. "That's funny," I said to them. "You're real funny guys."
Now let me get something straight right up front. I am not a tough guy. In fact, I'm not a very good fighter at all. I'm a little under average height and not very big across. I'm not particularly strong, and I never learned to box or anything like that. Every time I'd ever been in a fight, I got beaten up pretty badly. So probably? In a situation like this? I should have tried to be a little bit more polite. It would've been the smart thing to do, if you see what I mean.
But here's the problem: I hate being pushed around. Really. I hate it. Like, a lot. Something happens inside me when someone tries to bully me—when someone shoves me or hits me or anything like that. Everything just goes red inside. I can't think anymore. I go nuts. I can't help it. And I fight back—whether I intend to or not—and even if it means I get my head ripped off. Which, in my limited experience, is exactly what happens.
Now, I could already feel the anger building in me as I climbed to my feet. I dusted myself off. I saw Jeff watching me, still grinning. That made the anger even worse.
"I guess you want to be more careful next time," Jeff said. His thug friends laughed as if this were really hilarious, as if he were a professional comedian or something. "Running around here can be kind of dangerous."
Again, this would have been an excellent time for me to keep my mouth shut. But somehow I just couldn't. "Okay," I said. "You tripped me and I fell. Ho ho ho. That's very funny. If you're, like, seven years old ..."
Harry Mac didn't appreciate that remark. "Hey!" he said, and he pushed me in the shoulder—hard. I knocked his hand away because—well, just because, that's why. Because I don't like being pushed around. That made Harry Mac even angrier—so angry, he cocked his fist as if he were about to drive it into my face. Which I guess he was.
But to my surprise, Jeff stopped him. He slapped Harry Mac lightly on the shoulder. Harry Mac hesitated. Jeff gave him a negative shake of the head. Harry Mac lowered his fist, backed off me with a look that said: You got lucky this time. Which was true.
Jeff looked me over, up and down. "I see you in school, don't I?" he said. "Hopkins, is that it?"
I slowly drew my eyes away from Harry Mac and turned them on Jeff. "That's right. Sam Hopkins," I told him.
Jeff nodded. "And you know who we are, right?"
I nodded back. Everyone in school knew Jeff Winger and his thug buddies.
"Okay, good," Jeff went on in what sounded like a reasonable voice. "Because here's the deal, Sam. This isn't a good place for you, okay? This isn't where you want to do your running anymore."
Some part of my mind was telling me to just keep quiet and nod and smile a lot and get myself out of this. Any one of these guys could've pounded me into the earth. All three of them could pretty much kick me around like a soccer ball at will. But the part of my mind that understood that was somehow not getting through to the part of my mind that Just.
So instead of keeping quiet, I said, "What do you mean, it's not a good place? It's a great place. I like running here."
Jeff laughed. It was not a friendly laugh. He took a casual step toward me—casual, but threatening. He went on smiling and he shook his head as if I had misunderstood him. "No, no, Sam, I don't think so. I don't think you do like running here. Not anymore, anyway."
"Oh yeah?" I said—and, okay, it wasn't exactly a brilliant comeback, but it was all I could think of under the circumstances.
And of course Jeff answered, "Yeah. In the future, Sam, I think maybe you ought to run someplace else. Anyplace else. This isn't your place anymore. This is our place. It's our place and we don't want you here."
Through the red haze of my anger, I began to understand what was going on. My eyes moved back over the trees and the bushes around us. It was a dark, lonesome spot up here. You could sit in the underbrush and no one would ever see you or find out what you were up to. So I guess Jeff and his pals were up to stuff they shouldn't have been up to, and they didn't want me or anyone else to see.
"Okay," I said. "Okay, I get it."
"Good," said Jeff.
"Sure. You guys want to be left alone. And that's fine with me. Really. I don't want to bother you. I don't want to bother anyone. I don't care what you're doing here. I don't know what it is and I don't want to know. And I'm sure not gonna report you to anyone or anything. I just want to go for my run, that's all, okay?"
"Sure," said Jeff with another laugh. "Sure, you can go for your run. You can go for your run anytime you want. Just not here, Sam. This is not your place, I'm telling you. This is our place now."
Just so I'm sure you have the picture here. Them: three big tough guys. Me: one little guy, not tough. Place: middle of nowhere. Raise your hand if you know what the smart thing to do would have been. Right. I should have smiled and said, "Okay, Jeff, sorry to intrude," and shut up and run off on my way just as fast as my legs would carry me.
Instead, I said: "Forget it, Jeff. This is where I run. I like it. I'm not getting chased off. No way."
Jeff gave what sounded like a grunt of surprise. He looked over his shoulder at his buddies. He looked back at me.
Then, so fast I had no time to react, he grabbed hold of the front of my sweatshirt. While he was at it, he grabbed a handful of my chest as well. He dragged me toward him.
"Listen ...," he started to say.
I punched him in the face.
I didn't mean to. Okay, I did mean to. Of course I meant to. It's not the sort of thing you do to someone by accident. What I'm trying to say is: I didn't plan it. I just got so angry when he grabbed hold of me that I sort of automatically let fly.
My fist cracked into Jeff's cheek, right under his eye. I didn't connect very hard, but it was hard enough, a good solid, stinging jab. And, of course, Jeff wasn't expecting it—not at all. He was so startled, he actually let go of me and staggered back a step. He grabbed his cheek and just stood there, stunned.
They were all stunned. Jeff and Ed P. and Harry Mac. They all just stood there for that long second, staring, as if they couldn't believe what had happened. Which they probably couldn't.
And you know what? I couldn't believe it either. I was stunned too, totally taken by surprise. I just stood there, staring at Jeff and the others.
Then—out of nowhere it seemed—there came a loud, high shriek. It pierced the air, deafening. I didn't know what it was at first, but whatever it was, it sort of jolted me awake. My brain started working again.
And my brain said to me: Uh, Sam? Run for your life!
Which is exactly what I did.
Harry Mac made a grab at me, but too late, he missed. I took off along the ridge. Jeff and Ed P. and Harry Mac charged after me. When I looked back, I could tell by the expressions on their faces that they were determined to catch me and take their revenge. They were gaining on me too. Especially Harry Mac. He was a muscleman, like I said, and a lot of times guys like that aren't flexible enough to move well or run fast. But just my luck, Harry Mac was plenty flexible, and it turned out he could run like the wind. He was running like the wind, in fact, his thick, powerful legs pistoning under him, driving him after me, leaving his two thug pals behind and quickly closing the gap between us.
Then I heard it again: that high-pitched shriek—the sound that had brought me back to my senses. I glanced across the valley as I ran and I saw what it was. It was the whistle of a freight train. I could see the train winding out from behind the hills, heading for the far end of the railway bridge.
Which gave me an idea. And I think it's safe to say it was the craziest idea I had ever had. It's possible it was the craziest idea anyone had ever had. But what can I tell you? I was totally panicked. I knew if Jeff and his pals caught me, they would break me into little bits and then break the bits into even littler bits. I saw only one chance to escape them and, crazy as it was, I took the chance without really thinking.
I ran for the bridge. Moving off the McAdams Trail onto the gravelly dirt along the ridge. Dodging through the sparse and scraggly trees. Running as fast as I could.
I glanced back over my shoulder as I ran. Harry Mac was closing in on me fast. I had to go up a steep little incline to reach the end of the bridge and that slowed me down, and Harry Mac got even closer.
Now I stepped onto the bridge, onto the tracks, and started running over them. The world dropped away on either side of me. Suddenly I was high, high up in the air with no escape route, Jeff and his pals behind me, the train coming up ahead of me, nothing but sky to my left and right. I kept to the center of the tracks, between the rails, between the edges of the bridge. My feet flew over old brown wooden ties that were strung close together with only small strips of grass and gravel between them.
As I ran, I looked up ahead. I could see the train. It sent out another piercing whistle as it steamed along the ridge over the Sawnee, heading for the bridge's far side. My idea was this: If I could run across the bridge fast enough, I would get to the other end before the train reached it. Jeff and his friends wouldn't follow me because they couldn't possibly be ridiculous enough to run across a single-track bridge with a freight train about to cut off their only exit.
You can see what I mean when I say I hadn't quite thought this idea all the way through. For instance, if I thought Jeff and his thug pals were too smart to run across the bridge with the train coming—well, then, shouldn't I have been too smart to do it also? Just to save you the trouble of looking up the answer, it's: Yes! Of course yes!
What I was doing was absolutely insane! But with everything happening so quickly, and with the whole panic thing going on and my fear of Jeff and Ed P. and Harry Mac, I just wasn't being very smart, that's all.
So I continued running as fast as I could, down the center of the train tracks, over the bridge.
It wasn't easy running over those wooden ties. I had to be careful not to catch my foot in one of the gaps, where I could've twisted or even broken my ankle, running as fast as I was. Also, some of those wooden ties felt kind of soft and rotten under my feet, as if they could break at any time. I didn't know what would happen then. If one of them broke and I plunged through, would I just land on the gravel underneath? Or would I keep on falling down and down into the river below?
Even in my panicked state, it was beginning to occur to me: this was a dumb plan. A really, really dumb plan.
I was about to stop. I was about to turn around and run back. Then, amazingly, I felt fingers snag the collar of my sweatshirt. Startled, I whipped a look over my shoulder.
You gotta be kidding me! I thought.
But no, there was Harry Mac, his face red and twisted with effort, running after me, closing on me, reaching out with one hand to grab hold of my shirt.
He'd followed me out onto the bridge. How crazy could anyone be? Didn't he see there was a train coming? What was he, some kind of idiot?
I faced forward and put on some extra speed, fueled by fear. I felt Harry Mac's fingers lose their hold on my shirt and slip away. I looked ahead and there was the train, snaking around the curve to head for the end of the bridge. Once it got there, there would be no way to get out of its path.
I glanced back one more time. Now, even Harry Mac had figured out this was the craziest thing ever. He had stopped on the bridge. He was standing in the middle of the train tracks, breathless, staring after me, shaking his head.
Just before I faced forward, I saw him turn away. I saw him start jogging back toward where Jeff and Ed P. were standing in safety at the bridge entrance. They had stopped where they were. They had not come after me. They weren't complete idiots after all.
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Posted July 7, 2012
RECTE AGE NIL TIME
DO RIGHT. FEAR NOTHING.
This book was a fantastic, suspenseful, crazy, dangerous ride. I thoroughly enjoyed this book. Sam Hopkins is a PK = Preachers Kid.
He starts off trying to shake the image of a PK, becomes the apprentice to three thugs, Jeff, Harry and Ed and learns the trade of some things that can come in handy being a thug. After a short lived apprenticeship, Sam sees the error of his ways when he meets Jennifer . Oh the mystery of Jennifer.
I loved Jennifer’s fragile mind. Andrew writes her incredibly well. You are questioning Jennifer’s character all the way through the book. Jennifer talks in rhymes. It’s her quirky thing she does.
“Run!” I shouted again.
“I don’t want to leave-you-believe-you!” she cried out wildly.
“Believe me, leave me!” I shouted back.
“Sometimes, yes,” Jennifer managed to say. Rice cakes, ice skates, mice on skates. Mice on skates—that was a funny idea—but she knew she couldn’t say it out loud or the doctor really would think she was crazy.
Andrew throws curveballs into his story that just keep the pages turning. This is a fast paced ride that just keeps you guessing. Andrew writes with such energy. You really believe you are with Sam , doing all these Crazy Dangerous things a PK should not be doing. It felt very, very, real this story.
What would you honestly do if a troubled girl was telling you bad things would happen? What would you do when you finally started to believe that in her crazy mixed up mind there may be some truth.
DO RIGHT. FEAR NOTHING.
This book was not what I expected. It was much, much, more.
Andrew is very, very, good at keeping the reader intrigued, turning the pages, trying to work out if this is a paranormal book or is it a disease of the mind that leads Jennifer to seek out her ‘ magic friend, Sam Hopkins.’
Around 2/3rds the way through this book , it escalates and your heart will be hammering in your chest. I could so easily see this as a movie. The book is that good. It’s not predictable it is Crazy Dangerous. I highly recommend this read.
DO RIGHT. FEAR NOTHING.
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Posted June 18, 2012
Posted September 7, 2014
This book was amazing – nothing like I expected. Once I started reading, I couldn’t put it down. Sam is one of the most engaging main characters I’ve come across in YA. Jennifer was inspiring as well, but Sam was my favorite. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 9, 2013
Posted June 4, 2013
I would rate this a MILLION if I could! I LOVED it!!!!!! Crazy twist! Never saw it coming! Great characters that left me missing them when it was over. MUST READ FOR ALL!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
I enjoyed this book- it was fast paced for the most part and there is a twist at the end that you might not see coming. It is definately a book that I could recommend to young adults because it speaks as to how easy it is to get in with a "bad crowd" in school and bullying and peer pressure that goes on.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 12, 2012
I LOVED this book! Klavan’s writing is phenomenal! (You would think I would no longer be suprised by that…) His characters are extremely realistic. Sam talks directly to the reader, telling us his story, which I usually find annoying and contrived, but Sam is so real that his asides to his audience are my favorite part of the story. Jennifer is also very well-done.
Posted August 20, 2012
Posted July 26, 2012
When Sam falls in with the wrong crowd and doesn’t know what to do, he takes some advice from an unexpected source that tells him: Do right. Fear nothing. For awhile, it seems things are finally going well for Sam, but when a schizophrenic girl starts calling Sam her “magic friend” and begging him to help her defeat demons, and Sam is accused of a major crime, he begins to wonder if doing right is always the best policy, and whether there really are darker, more dangerous things out there that he should be fearing.
As a YA suspense/thriller, this book is crazy awesome. The first-person perspective provides insight into Sam’s sometimes erratic decision-making, and makes him feel like a very real character, even when he’s doing completely out-of-the ordinary, crazy things, like playing chicken with a freight train. His inner dialogue is true-to-life and somewhat sarcastic, which made it fun to read. The scenes portraying Jennifer’s mind were intense, harrowing, and downright creepy, and I loved how the author stepped into her cracked frame of mind with the narration during these parts. There’s danger, suspense, and a few twists along the way that I didn’t anticipate. Although the ending was a bit crazy, I liked how everything was resolved at the end, and the epilogue wrapped the story up very nicely.
Despite a realistic glimpse into the mental frustrations of a PK (pastor’s kid), I’m not sure that this makes the best Christian novel. Some of the things that Sam did weren’t necessarily “doing right” even though that was the mantra he tried to live by, and I was left with the impression of “the ends justify the means.” In fact, that was kind of the take that Sam’s father, the pastor, had in his discussion with Sam in the epilogue. When “doing right” includes breaking curfew, breaking into a mental hospital, and breaking a number of laws, that might just be sending the wrong message.
Regardless, I’d still recommend Crazy Dangerous to fans of the YA suspense/thriller genre. It’s a quick, thought-provoking read that does not disappoint!
Thanks to the publisher for providing me a review copy of this book!
Posted July 8, 2012
What a fantastic book. The MC, Sam Hopkins, was probably the most realistic character I've ever read in a book. First of all he's a PK (Preacher's kid). So am I. What I loved is that Klavan didn't make him this perfect guy. So many times PKs are expected to make the right choices because of their parents. It was great to see a character making mistakes despite his label.
The story line kept you hooked throughout, and I was on the edge of my seat until I finished it. Nice job, Mr. Klavan.
Posted June 22, 2012
Crazy Dangerous is an action-packed Suspense. Andrew Klavan had me hanging on the edge with this enthralling storyline. Klavan takes readers into an extremely high degree of exciting action. I had to keep reminding myself to breathe because of the intense scenes with Sam.
Sam is sixteen, and if that’s not hard enough, he’s also a PK (preacher’s kid) and he’s pretty tired of the other kids at Sawnee High School treating him like a goodie-two-shoes. But all that's going to change for Sam when he finds himself in a situation with Jeff Winger, the school thug. And Sam’s okay with hanging out with the thugs, especially since the kids at school are finally seeing him as at least normal. Sam knows he can't keep this thug act going, and he needs to get out Jeff’s gang. And when Jeff starts to beat on Jennifer, who’s known as the “crazy girl”, Sam figures now is the time to get his self out of mess with Jeff, because there's no way he’s going to let Jennifer get hurt.
Jennifer is sixteen and has schizophrenia. When Sam saved her from Jeff, he become her magic friend, and she starts telling Sam about the demons—that she hears them talking and that there are going to hurt a lot of people. After one of Jennifer’s predictions comes true, Sam thinks he might be going crazy, because he starts to believe Jennifer. Sam is now on a dangerous mission that a crazy girl told him is going to happen.
Crazy Dangerous is a hundred percent pure adrenaline rush and action with nail-baiting suspense. Sam and Jennifer make a fantastic team. Sam’s dangerous and Jennifer’s crazy, but to do right and fear nothing it's going to take two teenagers being dangerous crazy. I recommend Crazy Dangerous as a action-packed read
Posted June 18, 2012
Sam Hopkins is a pretty good kid. The son of a preacher, he has lived a fairly normal life. He has always wanted to get a little more attention though. One day he starts to get that attention, but not from the people he probably should. When Sam starts to feel a that he's in a bit over his head, he decides that now would be a good time to get away from his new crowd. Things go terribly wrong when a strange girl from his school crosses his path. Jennifer Sales is the sister of one of the most popular guys in school, but she is very strange. Some say she's crazy. Sam can't quite get all the things Jennifer tells him out of his head though, and he soon discovers that Jennifer's crazy may be the key to averting disaster.
I went into this book thinking it would be one thing, and it was a different thing entirely. It's hard to describe the plot of this book, and I certainly don't want to give away certain aspects of the plot. There were some huge surprises. I really felt for Sam. He was a in general good kid, and he definitely had a good heart. You couldn't help feeling worried for him though. I actually felt my heart racing at times as if I were watching an action movie. It's always exciting when a book can evoke that much emotion from me. The author is able to really make you see things unfolding so clearly.
I found Jennifer to be a particularly interesting character. The things she sees and hears make you so sad for her. She has to deal with so much. I want to say a lot more about her, but I don't want to spoil anything. I guess that is all I will say about that. One of the things that drives Sam throughout the book is a statue with a phrase that translates to, "Do right, fear nothing." At times I was amazed at the lengths Sam went to in doing right, but it was also a pleasure to see. I highly recommend this book.I think it reads well for both younger and older readers. There is enough action to appeal to everyone. It also makes you think about how doing right and fearing nothing could be applied in your life. This book was really enjoyable. I probably would have read it all in one sitting if I could have. I certainly did not want to put it down at times. Definitely check out this book!
Galley provided for review.
Posted June 16, 2012
Car chases, murder, and prophecies? I would describe Crazy Dangerous as a Nancy Drew type novel…but to the extreme! It was one wild rollercoaster ride that I was not ready to get off of yet. From the opening paragraph to the very end, Crazy Dangerous had my complete attention.
Told primarily through the eyes of main character, Sam Hopkins, we are carried off to a world of mystery and truth. Sam Hopkins is your average teen…just trying to survive high school and feel accepted. As the son of a preacher, Sam feels that he has to work harder at being accepted by his peers since he is expected to act like a son of a preacher….always good, can do no wrong, etc., etc.
Sam finds himself running every day in hopes to be able to be part of the track team next year. It’s during one his runs that he encounters the school bullies and known thieves and thugs Jeff Winger, Ed Polanski, and Harry Macintyre. It is at this point where we see just how brave Sam is. Even though the odds are totally against him (3 vs. 1) he punches Jeff. Did I expect Sam to get beaten to a bloody pulp? Of course! Did I think that would be the start of a crazy “friendship” between Sam and the three thugs? Not at all. Taking Sam under his wing, Jeff shows Sam the ropes of lock picking and the ins and outs of car theft.
Knowing that nothing good can come out of this newly formed friendship, Sam realizes that he has to cut off all ties with this crew before it’s too late. How exactly is he going to do this? Enter Jennifer, a teen from Sam’s school who believes that demons are talking to her and telling her of upcoming doom. Blood, death…bodies everywhere. Sam chances upon Jennifer one evening. Being the white knight that he is, Sam takes it upon himself to protect Jennifer which in turn makes him a target. At this point, Sam finds himself involved in a murder and begins to believe Jennifer may, in fact, be a prophet.
Andrew Klaven’s Crazy Dangerous was fantastic. I totally believed I was reading the story through the eyes of a teenage boy. Klaven’s description of the events that happened throughout the book had me completely immersed. I didn’t even want to blink, thinking that I would miss something. I, personally, was able to figure out what was going to happen midway through, but that didn’t stop me from continuing to read this fantastic book. There was so much that was going on in the pages that it felt like one of those perfectly executed movies.
Fans of mysteries, action, and are looking for a hero need not look any further. Crazy Dangerous has it all, and perhaps a little sprinkle of magic. You won’t be disappointed.
Posted June 12, 2012
When the pastor's son, Sam Hopkins, falls in with the wrong crowd, it's only a matter of time before he gets into serious trouble. His new friends harass an odd girl name Jennifer, and Sam sticks up for her. Then Jennifer tells Sam that she has dreams of demons and death, which freaks out Sam even more when her prediction comes true. When Jennifer tells him about another prediction, Sam is the only one who takes her seriously, which means he's the only one who can stop it from coming true.
This book was a lot of fun. Sam had a great personality that sucked me in and kept me laughing out loud. I liked the way the story was told, taking us from the bizarre changes in Sam’s life straight into a mystery. The only thing that bothered me was Sam’s father’s insistence that Jennifer’s dreams couldn’t possibly be prophecies. I was shocked to see a pastor so certain that God wouldn’t use prophecy in the world today. Maybe that’s a denominational thing—I don’t know. But most pastors I know keep an open mind in regards to what the God of the universe is capable of. So other than my little pet peeve with the pastor’s treatment toward his son, this book was awesome. And entertaining thrill ride. Recommended.
Posted June 12, 2012
"Do right. Fear nothing."
This is the first book I've read by Andrew Klavan and I certainly wasn't disappointed. Crazy Dangerous is an incredibly well written thriller/mystery that is fast paced and addicting to read. The plot twists keep the reader guessing until the end of the book, making this a great page turner. Aside from dealing with normal teen issues of popularity, bullying, friendship and family, the novel also provides a unique look into mental illness and schizophrenia as well as the tough topic of morals and ethics.
The story is told mostly from Sam's point of view, although at times we get to see into the troubled mind of Jennifer as well. By using Sam as the narrator, we are able to see his character grow and change drastically throughout the book. At the beginning, Sam is just seen as the PK (the preacher's kid) and is always trying to be perfect. As the story progresses, we see Sam begin to trust his intuition more and to take risks that could, and usually do, result in bad things happening. His motto throughout the book is "Do right. Fear nothing." This phrase perfectly reflects the change in Sam's character and also is a great moral lesson to readers.
There were also some religious ideas mixed into the story, but these fit in well with the plot because Sam's father was a pastor. The characters question important things like evil in the world, faith, and why God would allow suffering and pain. Also, through Jennifer's character, we see the questions of if God ever leaves us and why he lets bad things happen. These are very worthwhile questions for readers of all age to ponder and along with the other moral lessons in the book, there is much going on beneath the surface of this extraordinary young adult thriller.
In all honesty, I had this book on my wishlist before I signed up for the tour. The description sounded really interesting and I thought it would be something I would enjoy reading. After reading the ebook copy of Crazy Dangerous, I am very glad I trusted my instincts about this book and I loved it so much that I'm hoping to get a hardcover copy for my shelf so I can read it again! I highly recommend this book to readers of all ages who enjoy paranormal, thrillers, mysteries, suspense, YA, and just really fascinating plots with awesome writing.
Disclosure: I received a copy of this book for the tour in exchange for an honest review.
Posted June 8, 2012
What a book!!!!
Did I enjoy this book: I enjoyed this book a lot especially once I hit the second half of the book.
To be honest, the beginning kind of dragged a bit and I wasn't sure if I was going to like it. However, once I got to the middle, I read every free chance I had and I couldn't put Crazy Dangerous down until I finished the last page. The ending was completely unexpected. I did not see it coming at all. It was definitely a nail biter and all I can say is WOW! (Actually, I think my exact thoughts when I finished the book were "holy crap!!!")
Sam Hopkins was a fantastic main character. He was so believable and likeable. It was refreshing that he wasn't written as a goody two-shoes PK (preacher's kid) or as a bad-to-the-bone PK. He was a normal, teen guy. Crazy Dangerous is written in Sam's voice. Sam's narration was like having a conversation with him...he was telling me this incredible story about what happened to him and how he came to follow his new motto - "Do right. Fear nothing."
The other main character, Jennifer Sales, was also well-written. I felt for her and I wanted her to get better. I also wanted someone to take her seriously. Although she was the other lead character, her voice was not as a narrator. We learned her story as if we were observing it as a fly on the wall. The reader didn't get confused by who was narrating...it was always Sam's story.
Crazy Dangerous is different from other books that I have read. Different in a good way. I keep thinking about it...even though I am finished with it. It also pleased me that there wasn't any sex or bad language in this YA book. That was a nice change of pace.
Would I recommend it: I would recommend this book. It was very good and kept me on the edge of my seat! And be sure to check out Mr. Klavan's facebook page for Crazy Dangerous!
Will I read it again: Probably not...it just isn't a multiple read book for me. But I will read more books by Andrew Klavan.
Posted June 6, 2012
Crazy Dangerous made me happy reading it from the beginning and won me over thanks to its main characters, Sam and Jennifer.
The story is told in alternating voices of these two. I can't remember the last time I've read a YA book with a voice so crystal clear and genuine as Sam's. He's a character so wonderfully mischievous and cute and real. He has no supernatural powers, he's not super-hot and mysterious and brooding. He's your regular next-door 16-year old kid who gets into trouble. Jennifer on the other hand is broken and haunted. Her visions make for a chilling and nightmarish reading experience.
When they get together, it's not an explosion of hormones. Another big plus for this book is that there's no sizzling romance. The relationship between Sam and Jennifer develops as a sort of friendship. Jennifer is not exactly a person to chat with over coffee. If I tell anything about her condition, it might spoil the book. But in the end, it all makes very much sense.
The ending...I wish it followed the path that was set from the beginning of the story. It takes a leap of faith, so to say, as some things are revealed. Crazy Dangerous is religiously colored, particularly in the last third of the book. I'm not a religious person (but that doesn't affect my opinion of the book.). I got the not-so-subtle hints (guy in the truck). Still, I felt like these details were in discordance with what was previously established, and that was something very logical and rational.
Crazy Dangerous has its moments of hilariousness and creepiness, and a wonderful main character. Despite the little bump toward the end, mainly because of different views, I would still highly recommend this book for many reasons: not a single YA cliche in sight, a male POV, thoroughly frightening psychological insight, excellent narration and well-developed characters.
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Posted June 5, 2012
This story is really action packed. I adore each turn of the page, a new mission to be had.
Now, I was never a pk (preachers kid) but my family has a long legacy of godly people. My grandma runs a church, my uncle is a pastor and my husband is the worship leader of the church we attend. So, I understand what its like to be under the scrutiny of the church. Being in Sam shoes felt refreshing. To get a whole new prospect of what he sees and feels, made me giddy. I liked that he is not perfect. He is human and made lots of mistakes. What showed more is his heart in fixing what he done wrong. That I truly admire.
The Lord is always searching for that one guy to do his work. The Lord never picks anyone perfect but someone who is...well normal. Sam fits this part perfectly. Lost in who he is, Sam takes on a mission of helping a girl who everyone believes is crazy. I like that Sam had faith in her when no one else did. Sam saw beyond what other saw and knew exactly what to do.
The ending is really explosive. With a dangerous plot to kill hundreds, Sam rushes to stop the plan. He helps others even when he is pursued and accused. He stops at nothing to fulfill the mission that is given to him. Sam is selfish in his action that make me admire him more.
Crazy Dangerous is an amazing action story that keeps the reader entertained till the last page. Soaring with crazy thoughts, of others you thought to be normal, it makes you think twice of what you really know about the person. Crazy Dangerous is an ambitious story that make me want more.
Posted June 3, 2012
Sam Hopkins is a preacher's kid. When he's out running three boys attack him, because they don't want him running there. When he shows that he's a brave kid the boys ask him to join their friends group. Sam knows these boys from school and he knows they're not up to much good. As a preacher's kid Sam has always lived a safe life. He wants a little bit of change and decides to join the group. Soon he learns that was a BIG mistake and he wants out.
Jennifer is a girl on Sam's school. She's talking funny and she's seeing things. When she gets into trouble Sam is there to save her. Now Sam is her magical friend and she's telling him about her visions. Sam finds it all very creepy, but somehow he believes Jennifer is telling the truth. When Sam is trying to help her it gets him into a lot of trouble.
After reading and enjoying The Homelanders series I knew I had to read Crazy Dangerous. Some scenes were a bit creepy, so if you are having trouble sleeping at night after reading creepy things, you better don't read this before going to sleep. Andrew Klavan is an original and clever writer. The story might be written for young adults, but as an adult I really enjoyed this book, too.
*Thanks to the publisher and NetGalley for my review copy.*
Posted June 1, 2012
Crazy Dangerous is a well-written thriller. Sam is a regular boy who finds himself in extraordinary circumstances. He just wants to be a normal kid, but not pushed around anymore. Jennifer is a school mate with some type of mental illness. She talks crazy and hallucinates. This shouldn't impact Sam but it does because the thugs that are trying to mess up Sam's life are messing with Jennifer, too. Sam has a strong desire to protect Jennifer and stop whatever she's facing.
This was the first Andrew Klavan book I read. I enjoyed it so much, that I've now raced through the Homelanders series. The author's books are great because they are action-packed. They are impossible to put-down. And are perfect for kids who like to read stories about heroic struggles.
My 8.5 year old son likes his books because they are action-packed and heroic. The kid is in trouble the whole way through the book. My husband enjoyed the series because it captured all the angst of the teen years but equipped the main character for the struggles he would face.