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Home (Myron Bolitar Series #11)
     

Home (Myron Bolitar Series #11)

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by Harlan Coben
 

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Ten years after the high-profile kidnapping of two young boys, only one returns home in Harlan Coben’s next gripping thriller, to be published in September 2016.

A decade ago, kidnappers grabbed two boys from wealthy families and demanded ransom, then went silent. No trace of the boys ever surfaced. For ten years their families have been left with

Overview

Ten years after the high-profile kidnapping of two young boys, only one returns home in Harlan Coben’s next gripping thriller, to be published in September 2016.

A decade ago, kidnappers grabbed two boys from wealthy families and demanded ransom, then went silent. No trace of the boys ever surfaced. For ten years their families have been left with nothing but painful memories and a quiet desperation for the day that has finally, miraculously arrived: Myron Bolitar and his friend Win believe they have located one of the boys, now a teenager. Where has he been for ten years, and what does he know about the day, more than half a life ago, when he was taken? And most critically: What can he tell Myron and Win about the fate of his missing friend? Drawing on his singular talent, Harlan Coben delivers an explosive and deeply moving thriller about friendship, family, and the meaning of home.

Editorial Reviews

The New York Times Book Review - Marilyn Stasio
Fans of this popular series…know the drill: You grab the plot thread and hang on for dear life while Coben yanks it into a noose. Promises are also made of "death and destruction and mayhem" and duly delivered in terrific action scenes…Fun is fun, but the lasting appeal of this series lies in Coben's sympathy for ordinary people who do desperate things when they're swept up in circumstances they can't control.
Publishers Weekly
08/01/2016
Edgar-winner Coben's action-packed 11th thriller featuring sports agent Myron Bolitar (after 2011's Live Wire) blends family drama with a twisty plot. Six-year-old Patrick Moore and his classmate Rhys Baldwin are abducted from Rhys's New Jersey home in the middle of the day by two men who leave the Baldwins' Finnish au pair tied up in the basement. After a ransom is dropped off but not retrieved, the parents of Patrick and Rhys spend a decade without any leads as to their children's whereabouts, until Win Lockwood, Rhys's first cousin once removed, gets a tip that takes him to London, where he sees someone resembling Patrick being roughed up by three toughs. Win, whose dapper attire conceals the skills of a trained assassin, dispatches the assailants with ease, but he loses track of the teenager. Myron, Win's best friend, agrees to help him in his search, which ultimately ends with a reveal that few, if any, will anticipate. This page-turner is sure to please Coben's many fans. 5-city author tour. Agent: Lisa Erbach Vance, Aaron Priest Literary Agency. (Sept.)
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Praise for Harlan Coben and his novels
“Coben is simply one of the all-time greats—pick up any one of his thrillers and you’ll find a riveting, twisty, surprising story with a big, beating heart at its core.”  —Gillian Flynn, bestselling author of Gone Girl

"Master of 'the hook'"Charlotte Observer

"Coben is like a skilled magician saving the best, most stunning trick for the very end." —Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Fool Me Once

"Coben hits the bull's eye again...masterfully paced plotting...a tale guaranteed to fool even the craftiest readers a lot more than once." —Kirkus (starred review) on Fool Me Once 

“Coben proves his thriller mastery once more.” —Entertainment Weekly on Fool Me Once 

“Harlan Coben, master of the suburban thriller, has written another compelling and twist-filled tale with ‘Fool Me Once.’…The unpredictability of the story will keep readers literally turning the pages to try and figure out what is really going on. Even those savvy enough to figure out some of the ending will not uncover everything, and the whopper of a payoff not only will have jaws dropping, but also demonstrates Coben's skill as a writer.” —Associated Press on Fool Me Once

"Coben has done it again with this fast-paced, smart thriller.” —Library Journal(starred review) on Fool Me Once

“Harlan Coben has long been the master of the jaw-dropping twist. But in Fool Me Once, he knocks our legs out from under us as well…Fool Me Once just might be his crowning achievement.” —Providence Journal 

"Harlan Coben is a master of his craft and a wizard with words… Fool Me Once is him at his best and there is no shame in having him trick us one more time. In fact most of us will be begging him to fool us again and again and again.” —Jackie K. Cooper, Book Critic, The Huffington Post

Library Journal
04/15/2016
Ten years after two boys from golden-glazed families are kidnapped, Myron Bolitar finds one. What about his friend? From Edgar, Shamus, and Anthony award winner Coben.
Kirkus Review
2016-08-03
Ten years after a pair of 6-year-olds vanish from a suburban New Jersey home, one of them is spotted in London. But what about the other?Following an unlikely tip, Windsor Horne Lockwood III spots a boy he’s sure is his missing cousin Rhys Baldwin’s friend Patrick Moore working a rough-trade corner of London’s King’s Cross Station. Their potential reunion is disrupted by a trio of menacing toughs, and by the time Win looks up, the boy has taken off. But Win, whose stacks of old money have still left him powerless to track down Patrick and Rhys for a decade, isn’t about to give up now. He phones an old buddy back in the U.S., sports agent–turned-detective Myron Bolitar (Live Wire, 2011), yanks him away from his fiancee, Terese Collins, once more, and jets him to London. Their inquiries lead the pair to a gamer called Fat Gandhi, who demands 100,000 pounds for each of the boys—a discount price, considering that the million-dollar ransom Rhys’ father, hedge fund manager Chick Baldwin, dropped off 10 years ago led nowhere. Following an unexpectedly crooked road, Myron and Win eventually flush out Patrick again, and his now-divorced parents instantly spirit him back home. Their rejoicing is muted, though, by the continued absence of Rhys, which Chick and his wife, Brooke, feel all the more keenly because the Moores erect a protective wall of silence around Patrick. Even when Myron’s nephew Mickey and his goth girlfriend, Ema Wyatt, figure out a way to get him to open up, he has nothing to add to the Finnish au pair’s tale of the kidnapping. Is it possible the rescued boy isn’t even Patrick?Coben, who normally has few rivals at keeping the pot boiling (Fool Me Once, 2016, etc.), this time settles for a simmer until unleashing his trademark twists late in the proceedings. This one is for fans with even more patience than the parents of those kidnapped boys.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780525955108
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
09/20/2016
Series:
Myron Bolitar Series , #11
Pages:
400
Sales rank:
11,324
Product dimensions:
6.30(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.60(d)

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***

Copyright © 2016 Harlan Coben

Chapter 1

The boy who has been missing for ten years steps into the light.

I am not one for hysterics or even feeling much of what might be labeled astonishment. I have seen much in my forty-plus years. I have nearly been killed—and I have killed. I have seen depravity that most would find difficult, if not downright inconceivable, to comprehend—and some would argue that I have administered the same. I have learned over the years to control my emotions and, more important, my reactions during stressful, volatile situations. I may strike quickly and violently, but I do nothing without a certain level of deliberation and purpose.

These qualities, if you will, have saved me and those who matter to me time and time again.

Yet I confess that when I first see the boy—well, he is a teenager now, isn’t he?—I can feel my pulse race. A thrumming sound echoes in my ears. Without conscious thought, my hands form two fists.

Ten years—and now fifty yards, no more, separate me from the missing boy.

Patrick Moore—that is the boy’s name—leans against the graffiti-littered concrete support of the underpass. His shoulders are hunched. His eyes dart about before settling on the cracked pavement in front of him. His hair is closely cropped, what we used to call a crew cut. Two other teenage boys also mill about the underpass. One smokes a cigarette with so much gusto I fear the cigarette has offended him. The other wears a studded dog collar and mesh shirt, proclaiming his current profession in the most obvious of uniforms.

Above, the cars roar past, oblivious to what is below them. We are in King’s Cross, most of which has been “rejuvenated” over the past two decades with museums and libraries and the Eurostar and even a plaque for Platform 9¾, where Harry Potter boarded the train for Hogwarts. Much of the so-called undesirable element have fled these dangerous in-person transactions for the relative safety of online commerce—much less need for the risky drive-by sex trade, yet another positive by-product of the Internet—but if you go to the other side of the literal and figurative tracks, away from those shiny new towers, there are still places where the sleaze element survives in a concentrated form.

That is where I found the missing boy.

Part of me—the rash part I keep at bay—wants to sprint across the street and grab the boy. He would now be, if this is indeed Patrick and not a look-alike or mistake on my part, sixteen years old. From this distance, that looks about right to me. Ten years ago—you can do the math and calculate how young he’d been—in the über-affluent community of Alpine, Patrick had been on what they insist on calling a “playdate” with my cousin’s son Rhys.

That, of course, is my dilemma.

If I grab Patrick now, just run across the street and snatch him, what would become of Rhys? I have one of the missing boys in sight, but I had come to rescue both. So that means taking care. No sudden moves. I must be patient. Whatever had happened ten years ago, whatever cruel twist of mankind (I don’t believe so much in fate being cruel when the culprit is usually our fellow human beings) had taken this boy from the opulence of his stone mansion to this filthy toilet of an underpass, I worry now that if I make the wrong move, one or both boys might disappear again, this time forever.

I will have to wait for Rhys. I will wait for Rhys and then I will grab both boys and bring them home.

Two questions have probably crossed your mind.

The first: How can I be so confident that once the boys are in sight, I will be able to grab them both? Suppose, you may wonder, the boys have been brainwashed and resist. Suppose their kidnappers or whoever holds the keys to their freedom are many and violent and determined.

To that I reply: Don’t worry about it.

The second question, which is far more pressing in my mind: What if Rhys does not show up?

I am not much of a “crossing that bridge when we get there” sort of fellow, so I hatch a backup plan, which involves staking out this area and then following Patrick at a discreet distance. I am planning exactly how that might work when something goes wrong.

The trade is picking up. Life is about categorization. This street urinal is no different. One underpass catered to heterosexual men seeking female companionship. This underpass is the busiest. Old-fashioned values, I suppose. You can talk all you want about genders and preferences and kinks, but the majority of the sexually frustrated are still heterosexual men not getting enough. Old-school. Girls with dead eyes take their spots against the concrete barriers, cars drive by, girls drive off, other girls take their places. It is almost like watching a soda-machine dispenser at a petrol station.

In the second underpass, there is a small contingency of transgender or cross-dressing women of various alterations and stages, and then, at the tail end, where Patrick is now standing, is the young gay trade.

I watch as a man in a melon-hued shirt struts toward Patrick. What, I had wondered when Patrick first appeared, would I do if a client chose to engage Patrick’s services? At first blush, it would seem that it would be best that I intercede immediately. That would appear to be the most humane act on my part, but again, I could not lose sight of my goal: bringing both boys home. The truth was, Patrick and Rhys had been gone for a decade. They had been through God knows what, and while I didn’t relish the idea of allowing either to suffer through even one more abuse, I had already added up the pros and cons and made my decision. There is no use in lingering on that point anymore.

But Melon Shirt is not a client.

I know that immediately. Clients do not strut with such confidence. They don’t keep their heads up high. They do not smirk. They do not wear bright melon shirts. Clients who are desperate enough to come here to satisfy their urges feel shame or fear discovery or, most likely, both.

Melon Shirt, on the other hand, has the walk and bearing and crackle of someone who is comfortable and dangerous. You can, if you are attuned to it, sense such things. You can feel it in your lizard brain, a primitive, inner, warning trill that you cannot quite explain. Modern man, more afraid of embarrassment sometimes than safety, often ignores it at his own peril.

Melon Shirt glances behind him. Two other men are on the scene now, working Melon’s flanks. They are both very large, decked out in full camouflage fatigues, and wear what we used to call wife beaters over shiny pectorals. The other boys working the underpass—the smoker and the one with the stud collar—run off at the sight of Melon Shirt, leaving Patrick alone with the three newcomers.

Oh, this is not good.

Patrick still has his eyes down, his quasi-shaved head gleaming. He is not aware of the approaching men until Melon Shirt is nearly on top of him. I move closer. In all likelihood, Patrick has been on the streets for some time. I think about that for a moment, about what his life must have been like, snatched from the comforting bubble of American suburbia and dumped into . . . well, who knew what?

But in all that time, Patrick might have developed certain skills. He might be able to talk his way out of this situation. The situation might not be as dire as it appears. I need to wait and see.

Melon Shirt gets right up in Patrick’s face. He says something to him. I can’t hear what. Then, without additional preamble, he rears back his fist and slams it like a sledgehammer into Patrick’s solar plexus.

Patrick collapses to the ground, gasping for air.

The two camouflaged bodybuilders start to close in. I move fast now.

 “Gentlemen,” I call out.

Melon Shirt and both Camouflages spin at the sound of my voice. At first, their expressions are those of Neanderthal men hearing a strange noise for the first time. Then they take me in, narrowing their eyes. I can see the smiles come to their lips. I am not a physically imposing figure. I am above-average height and on the slight side, you’d say, with blond-heading-toward-gray hair, a skin tone that runs from porcelain in the warmth to ruddy in the cold, and features that some might consider delicate in, I hope, a handsome way.

Today I’m wearing a light-blue Savile Row hand-tailored suit, Lilly Pulitzer tie, Hermès pocket square in the breast pocket, and Bedfordshire bespoke shoes custom made from G.J. Cleverley’s lead craftsman on Old Bond Street.

I am quite the dandy, aren’t I?

As I saunter toward the three thugs, wishing I had an umbrella to twirl for maximum effect, I can feel their confidence growing. I like that. Normally I carry a handgun, often two, but in England, the laws are very strict about such things. I’m not worried. The beauty of the strict British laws means that it is highly unlikely that my three adversaries are carrying either. My eyes do a quick three-body scan for locations where one might conceal a gun. My thugs favor extraordinarily tight attire, more suitable for preening than weapon concealment.

They might be carrying knives—they probably are—but there are no guns.

Knives do not worry me much.

Patrick—if it is indeed Patrick—is still on the ground gasping for air as I make my arrival. I stop, spread my arms, and offer them my most winning smile. The three thugs stare at me as though I am a museum piece that they can’t comprehend.

Melon Shirt takes one step toward me. “Who the fuck are you?”

I am still smiling. “You should leave now.”

Melon Shirt looks at Camouflage One on my right. Then he looks at Camouflage Two to my left. I look in both directions too and then back at Melon Shirt.

When I wink at him, his eyebrows jump high.

“We should cut him up,” Camouflage One says. “Cut him into little pieces.”

I feign being startled and turn toward him. “Oh my, I didn’t see you there.”

“What?”

“In those camouflage pants. You really blend in. By the way, they are very fetching on you.”

“Are you some kind of wiseguy?”

“I’m many kinds of wiseguy.”

All the smiles, including mine, grow.

They start toward me. I can try to talk my way out of this, perhaps offer them money to leave us be, but I don’t think that will work for three reasons. One, these thugs will want all my money and my watch and whatever else they can find upon my person. Money offers will not help. Two, they all have the scent of blood— easy, weak blood—and they like that scent. And three, most important, I like the scent of blood too.

It has been too long.

I try not to smile as they start to make their approach. Melon Shirt takes out a large bowie knife. That pleases me. I don’t have many moral qualms about hurting those whom I recognize as evil. But it is nice to know that for those who require such self- rationalizations to find me “likable,” I could claim that the thugs were the first to draw a weapon and thus I was acting strictly in self-defense.

Still, I give them one last out.

I look Melon Shirt straight in the eye and say, “You should leave now.”

Both overmuscled Camouflages laugh at that, but Melon Shirt’s smile starts to fade. He knows. I can see. He looked in my eyes and he knows.

The rest happens in seconds.

Camouflage One comes right up to me, getting in my personal space. He is a large man. I am face-to-face with his waxed and toned pectorals. He smiles down at me as though I am a tasty treat he might devour in one bite.

There is no reason to delay the inevitable.

I slash his throat with the razor I’d kept hidden in my hand. Blood sprays at me in a near perfect arc. Damn. This will require another visit to Savile Row. “Terence!”

It’s Camouflage Two. There was a resemblance and, now sliding toward him, I wonder whether they were brothers. The thug’s grief stuns him enough to make disposing of him very easy, though I don’t think it would have helped much had he been better prepared.

I am good with a straight razor.

Camouflage Two perishes in the same manner as dear Terence, his possible brother.

That leaves Melon Shirt, their beloved leader, who has probably attained that rank by being somewhat more brutish and cunning than his fallen comrades. Wisely, Melon Shirt had already started to make his move while I was dispensing with Camouflage

Two. Using my peripheral vision, I can see the glint of his bowie blade heading toward me from above.

That is a mistake on his part.

You don’t strike a foe from above like that. It’s too easy to defend. Your adversary can buy time by ducking or a raising a forearm for the purpose of deflection. If you shoot someone with a gun, you are trained to aim for the middle mass so that if your aim is slightly askew, you can still hit something. You prepare for the likelihood of error. With a knife, the same is true. Make the distance of your stab as short as possible. Aim for the middle so that if your adversary moves, you can still wound him.

Melon Shirt didn’t do that.

I duck and use my right forearm to, as noted above, deflect the blow. Then, with my knees bent, I spin and use the razor across his abdomen. I don’t wait to see his reaction. I move up and finish him in the same manner as I had the other two.

As I said, it is over in seconds.

The cracked pavement is a crimson mess and getting messier. I give myself a second, no more, to relish the high. You would too, if you didn’t pretend otherwise.

I turn toward Patrick. But he is gone.

I look left, then right. There he is, nearly out of sight. I hurry after him, but I can see very quickly it will be useless. He is heading toward King’s Cross station, one of London’s busiest. He will be in the station—be in the public eye—before I can reach him. I am covered in blood. I might be good at what I do, but despite the fact that King’s Cross station is indeed where Harry Potter headed off for Hogwarts, I do not possess an invisibility cloak.

I stop, look back, consider the situation, come to a conclusion.

I have messed up.

It’s time to make myself scarce. I am not worried about any CCTV recording what I have done. There is a reason the undesirable element choose spots like this. It stands apart from all prying eyes, even the digital and electronic ones.

Still. I’ve blown it. After all these years, after all the fruitless searches, one lead has finally come my way, and if I lose that lead . . .

I need help.

I hurry away and press the 1 on my speed dial. I haven’t pressed the 1 for nearly a year.

He answers on the third ring. “Hello?”

Hearing his voice again, even though I had steeled for it, sends me reeling for a moment. The number was blocked, so he has no idea who has called him.

I say, “Don’t you mean ‘articulate’?”

There is a gasp. “Win? My God, where have you been—?” “I saw him,” I say.

“Who?” “Think.”

The briefest of pauses. “Wait, both of them?” “Just Patrick.”

“Wow.”

I frown. Wow? “Myron?” “Yes?”

“Catch the next plane to London. I need your help.”

Meet the Author

Harlan Coben is the internationally bestselling author of more than twenty previous novels, including the #1 New York Times bestsellers Fool Me OnceThe StrangerMissing YouSix YearsStay Close, Live WireCaughtLong Lost, and Hold Tight, as well as the Myron Bolitar series and a series aimed at young adults featuring Myron’s nephew, Mickey Bolitar. The winner of the Edgar, Shamus, and Anthony Awards, he lives in New Jersey.

Brief Biography

Hometown:
Ridgewood, New Jersey
Date of Birth:
January 4, 1962
Place of Birth:
Newark, New Jersey
Education:
B.A. in political science, Amherst College, 1984
Website:
http://www.harlancoben.com

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Home 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 45 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all of the Myron Bolitar books, so I was looking forward to this book. I loved that we were able to finally hear Win's voice and see his point of view. What was confusing to me was that there seemed to be a gap between where the last book ended and this one began. Then I discovered that the missing piece was in the 3 books featuring Mickey. I wish I knew that before reading this one. Also, Myron did not feel the same to me, as there was a lot less comedic banter that is central to his character. All in all, I would reccomend this book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I admit I didnt have high expectations , as long running series have disappointed me in the past. I was wrong. It had me in the first chapter. Loved reading from win and myrons perspectives and the reveals at the end that I so didnot see coming. Only problem is I want to read more...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thanks, Mr. Coben for a great page turner that defines what a mystery should be .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed this book and hope that Myron, Win along with Esperanza and Big Cyndi once again go on another adventure. Especially loved the last chapter. Oh Win!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ive reqd many of HCs books..this is the first Myron & Win book I liked it at first,then i felt it went on & on..couldnt wait for it to end and I was disappointed at the ending..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Although I love Myron and Win, this book is so different from the other's. Myron doesn't seem likeMyron. And Win is almost his old self, although he's different too. Other than that it was a quick read. Just different.
Anonymous 3 months ago
Having read a few of Harlan Colin's stories, felt pretty safe in thinking this would be an enjoyable read. Oh, how wrong that feeling was. This journey begins with an attempt to solve a ten years old kidnapping of two six year old boys. Don't think that this is a bad opening chapter and you could probably find a number of stories with such a beginning plot line. It is what comes after chapter one that makes this story come alive and you will never guess the ending. Strongly recommend. J M Lydon
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Anonymous 6 months ago
Another great read by Harlan Cohen! Myron Bolitar series is my favorite! All of his books are good and fun to read. You won't be disappointed with any of his books!
Anonymous 9 months ago
Another great read by my favorite author!!
Twink 10 months ago
Harlan Coben has written so many great bestsellers, but I've had a soft spot for his Myron Bolitar series. It's been five years since the last entry - Home is the eleventh book in the series. The plot of Home is dark - child abduction, child prostitution and slavery. No wonder Win has been missing for a year from Myron's life. There's been a spotting of his long lost nephew and his friend, taken ten years ago, and Win is determined to bring them home. The banter between Win and Myron (and honestly, with almost everyone else as well) is quick, barbed and hilarious. It's a huge part of the draw of these books for me. The friendship (okay it's more of a bromance) and sense of loyalty between Win and Myron has also been a mainstay of the books. They seem to have no fear and their sense of justice is unerring. Well, Myron is a little more sensible, but still dives in head first. Win is a scary guy and he's given a bigger voice this time out. There is a well hidden soft spot behind his dangerous exterior. It was nice to get to know him a bit better - beyond the 'sidekick' role he has played in previous books. And a Bolitar book wouldn't be complete without supporting characters Esperanza and Big Cyndi. Coben has penned a YA series featuring Myron's nephew Mickey Bolitar. Mickey and his cohorts Ema and Spoon play a part Home as well. Home is an action packed read, with some unusual plot twists. But that only seems fitting for this unusual duo. Great read, and I hope we don't have to wait another five years for another Myron /Win book. Especially with that surprise revelation in the last chapter.
ThoughtsFromaPage More than 1 year ago
5+ I was so happy to see that Harlan Coben had written another Myron Bolitar book. I have been a HUGE fan of Coben’s from the beginning and have read every Myron Bolitar as it was published. I think Harlan Coben is at his finest when writing the Bolitar series; the stand alones have been more mixed for me. I disliked the ending for The Stranger so much that for the first time ever I skipped one of his books, Fool Me Once. All of that being said, the return to Myron is wonderful. Home is absolutely fabulous, and I was very glad that I read it. The book grabbed me from the very first line: “The boy who has been missing for ten years steps into the light.” And the pace of the story never slows down. As the book opens, Win is in London pursuing a lead on one of two boys that was kidnapped ten years ago. The boys, Patrick and Rhys, were at Rhys’s home with an au pair when they disappeared. Win is involved in trying to locate the boys because his cousin is Rhys’s mother, Brooke. He calls in Myron, and they successfully track down and retrieve Patrick. However, instead of shedding light on the boys’ disappearance and what has become of Rhys, Patrick’s recovery raises more questions. Myron and Win decide to go back to the beginning and try to determine exactly what happened in the first place. The mystery in Home is so well done. As I comment in a number of my reviews, it seems that a lot of the current mysteries are so predictable. There was not an ounce of predictability in Home; twists and turns happen frequently, and I would have never seen the ending coming (which I loved!). The characters, particularly Myron and Win, have definitely matured, and Myron’s nephew Mickey (who has his own series) plays an important part in Home. Coben chose to tell the story through the alternating viewpoints of Myron and Win which I found very effective. Another thing I loved was the Hamilton reference. Hamilton is a big obsession in my household so I enjoyed the shout out to it in Home. I highly recommend Home; it is one of the best mysteries I have read in a long while, and it was fun to read about Myron again. Thanks to First to Read for the chance to read this book in exchange for an honest review.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So glad to see the old characters back. They are the whole reason I continue to read books from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Twists, turns and revelations until literally, the very last line. This will be on everyone's Best of 2016 list.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have read all of the Myron Bolitar books, so I was looking forward to this book. I loved that we were able to finally hear Win's voice and see his point of view. What was confusing to me was that there seemed to be a gap between where the last book ended and this one began. Then I discovered that the missing piece was in the 3 books featuring Mickey. I wish I knew that before reading this one. Also, Myron did not feel the same to me, as there was a lot less comedic banter that is central to his character. All in all, I would reccomend this book.
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gloriafeit More than 1 year ago
From the publisher: A decade ago, kidnappers grabbed two boys from wealthy families and demanded ransom, then went silent. No trace of the boys ever surfaced. For ten years, their families have been left with nothing but painful memories and a quiet desperation for the day that has finally, miraculously arrived: Myron Bolitar and his friend Win believe that have located one of the boys, now a teenager. Where has he been for ten years, and what does he know about the day, more than half a life ago, when he was taken? And most critically: What can he tell Myron and Win about the fate of his missing friend? After a hiatus of about five years, this novel marks the return of Myron Bolitar and Win Lockwood (nee Windsor Horne Lockwood III), his best friend since their freshman year at Duke University. The big change in Myron’s personal life is that he is engaged to be married to Terese, an anchorwoman on an all-news channel,with Win as his best man. The aforementioned still missing friend was the son of Win’s cousin, Brooke, so the matter becomes a much more serious and personal one for Win, and thus for Myron. Myron had been a standout, if not “legendary,” basketball star until a serious injury ended his career, after which he went to Harvard Law School and then opened his own sports agency, with his friend Esperanza Diaz as his “receptionist/assistant/confidante/assorted other hats.” (A subplot of sorts deals with Esperanza, known in the wrestling world as Little Pocahontas along with her tag team partner, Big Cyndi, a/k/a Big Chief Mama.) In this newest novel from Mr. Coben, and in his inimitable style, he explores every nuance of that simple word “Home.” It is that in the most literal sense for Myron when he buys the home he grew up in from his folks when they decide to retiree to Florida. The tale of “two boys who had grown up in the lap of luxury and been snatched away” when 16 years of age takes our protags to London, Rome, the Netherlands and back in the author’s trademark suspenseful fashion, with p.o.v. alternating between Myron and Win, before a totally unexpected ending. Well deserving of its place atop the Bestseller List, “Home” is recommended. (Next up for this reviewer is the author’s latest, a standalone, “Fool Me Once.”)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another nice book by this author. Story moves along. Interesting plot. Some interesting twists that keep you guessing. Would recommend.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Although Myron does seem different, as other reviewers have noted, this book must not be missed. I have read all this very talented authors books and have never been disappointed. Hope there are more Myron stories in the near future. Highly recommend!!!
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RomeReader More than 1 year ago
As a lot of the reviewers, I have read all of this series. The reviewer who had the feeling of something of a gap was informing as I seem to have had an incorrect view of the Mickey series and will now read them. So, this book was great and like welcoming an old friend. If you have enjoyed the series, you will also enjoy this chapter. In some ways I liked the slightly more mature versions of Win and Myron a little better.
Virginiaw More than 1 year ago
I was so looking forward to this book when I heard it was coming out. I was not disappointed at all. It lived up to all my expectations. I always loved Myron and Win. I hope there will be more in this series again. I did not want to put this book down for any reason. I am happy for both Myron and Win and hope they get to be together many more times. This book had a lot of twists and turns. I received an ebook copy from Firsttoread for a fair and honest opinion.
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