Jack: Secret Vengeance (Young Repairman Jack Series #3)
  • Jack: Secret Vengeance (Young Repairman Jack Series #3)
  • Jack: Secret Vengeance (Young Repairman Jack Series #3)

Jack: Secret Vengeance (Young Repairman Jack Series #3)

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by F. Paul Wilson
     
 

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Everyone loves senior Carson Toliver, the captain and quarterback of the football team, heartthrob of South Burlington County Regional High--especially the girls. Even Jack's best friend Weezy has a crush on him. And unlike most of the popular kids at school, he's not stuck up. Jack even sees him defending a Piney kid who is being bullied in the hall. Which is why

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Overview

Everyone loves senior Carson Toliver, the captain and quarterback of the football team, heartthrob of South Burlington County Regional High--especially the girls. Even Jack's best friend Weezy has a crush on him. And unlike most of the popular kids at school, he's not stuck up. Jack even sees him defending a Piney kid who is being bullied in the hall. Which is why Jack is so surprised when Weezy tells him that Carson took her on a date and attacked her.

Jack tries to convince her to report Carson, but Weezy would rather just forget it ever happened. She begs him not to tell anyone, and Jack reluctantly agrees. But then Carson starts telling his own version of what happened that night and suddenly everyone is calling her "Easy Weezy." Jack's concern turns to rage. Carson needs to be taught a lesson. With the help of the Pineys--reclusive inhabitants of the mysterious Jersey Pine Barrens who have secrets of their own--Jack finds a way to exact secret vengeance….

In F. Paul Wilson's third young adult novel, the teenage Jack demonstrates the skills that will serve him later in life as the urban mercenary known as Repairman Jack.

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Judy Silverman
This is a very strange book. It's certainly very readable, and we can easily get involved with the characters and the situations in which they find themselves. But at times it seems to be part of a series; all the main characters may or may not have had all kinds of strange adventures, and two of the adults, who are secondary characters, have mysterious roles which will probably be explained in the next volume. Jack is a freshman in high school; his neighbor and best friend "Weezy" (Louise) is a year older than he. Carson Tolliver, the star of the football team, asks her out, and expects sex from her. She rejects him, and he pays her back by lying to his friends, claiming that they've had sex and calling her "Easy Weezy." The name soon spreads around the school, and Weezy refuses to go back. Jack will not stand for this. He works out a very elaborate and rather nasty way to pay Carson back, which involves breaking into the school and Carson's locker in the middle of the night, figuring out how to leave various doors and windows open, and leaving little messages in the locker that are calculated to make Carson feel humiliated, and even haunted. There's a "ripped from the headlines" feeling here that made me very uncomfortable—I don't like reading about teenage suicides. The setting is a town in the Pine Barrens of New Jersey, where legends abound concerning the inbred natives, or "Pineys" and their strange ways and "talents." Jack doesn't believe most of these legends, but as he gets more involved in his plans for revenge strange things begin to happen. Could Carson actually have "Piney" blood on his hands? Did he have something to do with mysterious disappearance of one of the neighborhood girls? Stay tuned for the next volume. Reviewer: Judy Silverman
VOYA - Laura Lehner-Ennis
Jack is back. It has only been a few months since his last encounter with the mysterious and ancient Septimus Order and his friend Weezy's investigation of the "Secret History of the World." Now an unfortunate encounter between Weezy and the popular senior quarterback, Carson Toliver, sparks a new adventure for Jack as he tries to fix her damaged reputation. What begins as a series of harmless pranks turns into a supernatural puzzle that somehow involves the pineys—enigmatic inhabitants of the Jersey Pine Barrens outside of town—and of course, Jack must get to the bottom of it. This third book in the Young Repairman Jack series has all the sinister elements of its predecessors, and parts that are more like a contemporary high school novel about bullying and revenge. As in the first two installments, there are unanswered questions that will leave the reader wanting more. Clear references to previous volumes make this not work as a stand-alone, but the plot moves along efficiently and characters are well-drawn—readers will almost find themselves feeling bad for bad-guy Toliver, a teenage boy who has clearly gotten everything he ever wanted and thinks so highly of himself as to be above the law. Wilson's writing style is clean, humorous, and descriptive. All in all, this series is a solid choice for science fiction fans, who should begin with Jack: Secret Histories. Reviewer: Laura Lehner-Ennis

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780765318565
Publisher:
Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
02/01/2011
Series:
Young Repairman Jack Series, #3
Edition description:
First Edition
Pages:
304
Product dimensions:
5.80(w) x 8.30(h) x 1.20(d)
Age Range:
13 - 17 Years

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SUNDAY

Weezy was attacked on a Saturday night.

1

“Jack,” his mother called from down the hall. “Weezy’s on the phone.”

Jack poked his head out from under the covers, forced his eyes open, and checked the clock on the table next to his bed. He saw 8:13 in glowing red numbers. He squinted at his window. A cloudy morning sky peeked around the edge of the drawn shade.

“I’ll call her back.”

“She says it’s important.”

What could be important at eight thirteen on a Sunday morning?

Groaning, he slid out of bed, pulled on his jeans, and padded barefoot down the hall past his brother’s and sister’s empty bedrooms. Tom was finishing law school in Jersey City and Kate had started med school in Stratford. He veered right, into the kitchen where his mother was cracking eggs, and picked up the receiver lying on the counter.

“Hey.”

“Jack, I need to talk to you. Real bad.”

“Well, hello, stranger.”

Except for brief conversations at the school bus stop, they hadn’t seen too much of each other lately.

“I’m serious, Jack. I really need to talk.”

Something in her voice … he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he sensed she was upset. She didn’t get along too well with her folks, especially her dad. Weezy was a little too strange for him. Maybe a lot too strange.

Not too strange for Jack. She was just … Weezy.

Maybe they’d had a blowup.

“Okay. Want to come over for breakfast?”

“No. I don’t want anyone else listening in. Meet me on the bridge and we’ll bike into the Barrens where no one can hear us.”

Weezy … always mysterious. Well, he had some time before he was due for work at USED.

“Sure. Let me get something to eat and I’ll meet you there in half an hour.”

“That long?”

“I’m hungry, Weez. I’ll try for twenty.”

“Okay.”

He smiled as he hung up. Now what? Never a dull moment with Weezy Connell. And Jack wouldn’t have it any other way.

He heard voices coming from the living room—first a man’s, then a woman’s. Radio? TV? His folks never played either on Sunday morning. This was newspaper time. If they played anything, it was one of Mom’s Broadway soundtracks. He went to check and found his father seated before the TV, leaning forward, eyes glued to the screen.

And on that screen—a pile of burning, smoking rubble with fire trucks and ambulances milling around. A caption said Beirut, Lebanon. The little CNN logo sat in the lower right corner.

“What happened?”

Dad looked up, his expression grim. “See that pile of concrete? That was a four-story marine barrack until some crazy Arabs blew it up.”

Jack stared at the rubble. Four stories? It was barely one now.

“An air raid?”

“No. Word coming out is some nutcase drove a truckload of explosives through the front door and blew it up.”

Jack blinked. “With himself still in it?”

“Yeah. What they’re calling a ‘suicide bombing.’ Same thing happened to a French barracks a few miles away. They think the dead count is going to reach three hundred.”

Jack was aghast.

“Are they crazy? I mean, blowing themselves up?”

“Well, the kamikaze pilots during World War Two went on suicide missions, but that was in battle, during a war. These kids were all part of a peacekeeping force.”

“But … why?” He couldn’t fathom anyone doing this.

“Who knows? Some reporter said it was like Pearl Harbor—a sneak attack at dawn on a Sunday morning. But the Japs had the decency to declare war first. And they had a country and an army and a navy we could strike back at. Some group called Islamic Jihad is taking credit for this. Who the hell are they? No one seems to know a thing about them, except they also claimed credit for that U.S. Embassy bomb back in April.”

Jack had heard about that but had been only peripherally aware of it. This seemed different, and was so much worse. He could tell from his father’s expression and tone that he was steamed.

He remembered the Iran hostage crisis of a few years ago, now these suicide bombings. What was going on in the Middle East? Had they all gone insane?

Mom coaxed Dad away from the tube with a promise of sausage and eggs. An almost funereal breakfast followed, the silence broken only by Mom’s futile attempts at conversation and Dad’s muttered remarks about the “inexcusable lack of security” at the barracks.

Jack couldn’t remember ever seeing his father like this. He was a Korean War vet who never had anything good to say about the army. He’d always made it very clear that he didn’t want either of his sons anywhere near the armed services. But he seemed deeply shaken by the deaths of so many U.S. soldiers. Maybe he made a distinction between servicemen and the armed services. Maybe some automatic brotherhood sprouted between guys who had been to war. Like at the local VFW post.

After breakfast he went right back to the TV, and Jack headed for his bike.

 

Copyright © 2011 by F. Paul Wilson

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