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Deciding he's finally had enough abuse from his drunken father and determined to get away-any way he can-Davy discovers he has the ability to teleport anywhere he wants. Fleeing to New York but desperately short of cash he "jumps" into a bank vault. While living the high life in the Big City on the stolen money and testing the limits of his power, Davey makes another startling discovery: the mother he thought had abandoned him.


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Overview

Deciding he's finally had enough abuse from his drunken father and determined to get away-any way he can-Davy discovers he has the ability to teleport anywhere he wants. Fleeing to New York but desperately short of cash he "jumps" into a bank vault. While living the high life in the Big City on the stolen money and testing the limits of his power, Davey makes another startling discovery: the mother he thought had abandoned him.


But a new tragedy and a pledge to avenge the loss will plunge Davy into a dangerous and mysterious world of terrorists and government espionage. This time there may be no safe place for the Jumper.

"The sudden discovery of his teleportation ability rescues teenager David Rice from his abusive father. It also signals the beginning of a new life for the troubled young man. Gould's first novel features a hero . . . whose yearnings and psychological turmoil ring true."--Library Journal. An ALA Best Book for Young Adults.

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Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature
In Steven Gould's fictional novel about Davey Rice from Stanville, Ohio, when Davey forgets to finish his chores, his father approaches him with a heavy buckle in hand. Davey avoids the blow as he tenses up, closes his eyes, and finds himself at the Stanville Public Library. This marks the first experience of Davey's miraculous ability to teleport. Throughout the story, Davey travels to New York, Oklahoma, Egypt, Argentina, London, and many other far-away places where he encounters numerous trials and conflicts. Early in the story, Davey decides to live in New York but must find a way to get money to buy the necessities for living. He instantly figures out a way to make a large fortune by using his teleporting ability. One of Davey's emotional struggles in the novel involves the search for his mother, Mary Niles, who left him when he was a young child. However, when she is involved in a fatal terrorist attack, Davey's mission immediately shifts to finding Matar, the man who killed his mother. As Davey searches for Matar, he becomes the hero when he intervenes in a number of terrorist attacks. Now he must also avoid the NSA officials. Davey encounters numerous tragedies and difficulties throughout this story, but his strong character and courage, along with help from his teleporting abilities allow him to overcome almost anything. Gould combines fantastical elements with characters who experience realistic emotions and tragedies, making the story suspenseful and adventurous yet believable. 2002, Tor Books,
— Katie Gorney
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Praise for Steven Gould

“Jumper was one of the great sf novels of the 1990s—one of those rare books that can be read either as a young adult novel or a book for adults, like Ender's Game or vintage Heinlein. […] Now there's a sequel to Jumper, called Reflex, and last night I ended up burning about two hours' worth of jealously hoarded sleep-time to finish this thing. […] This kind of book doesn't come along all that often, and when it does, it's cause for celebration—run, don't walk.”—Cory Doctorow

“Gould proves once again that in the hands of a wonderful, perceptive writer, there is no such thing as an old idea. What sets Jumper apart from other novels that dip back into the well of the masters is that Gould brings his own keen empathy and rigorous intelligence to the story, exploring what the ability to ‘jump’ means in the life of this particular young man…. This is a book that you won’t want to miss. It reminded me of why I first came to love science fiction, and yet I didn’t have to be twelve again to have a great time reading it.”—Orson Scott Card

Jumper is very good indeed... in its concept and execution it harks back to a time in SF which could probably teach any of the new writers a thing or two about simplicity—of concept and execution.... All in all a very satisfying novel that answers for you the age old question, ‘What if I could...?’”—Isaac Asimov's Science Fiction Magazine

Bruce Coville

"Jumper gives us the best of both worlds: a smashing adventure story that grows from a wonderful novel of character."
House Writer
The sudden discovery of his teleportation ability rescues teenager David Rice from his abusive father. It also signals the beginning of a new life for the troubled young man. Gould's first novel features a hero who is not particularly wise and whose ethics are sometimes questionable, but whose yearnings and psychological turmoil ring true. A dollop of suspense and a dash of romance make this fast-paced sf adventure a good purchase for large libraries.
House Writer
The sudden discovery of his teleportation ability rescues teenager David Rice from his abusive father. It also signals the beginning of a new life for the troubled young man. Gould's first novel features a hero who is not particularly wise and whose ethics are sometimes questionable, but whose yearnings and psychological turmoil ring true. A dollop of suspense and a dash of romance make this fast-paced sf adventure a good purchase for large libraries.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781469298504
  • Publisher: Brilliance Audio
  • Publication date: 2/28/2013
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Unabridged

Meet the Author

STEVEN GOULD is the author of the beloved classic Jumper, basis for the 2008 film of the same name, as well as Wildside, Helm, Blind Waves, Reflex, and Jumper: Griffin’s Story. He is the recipient of the Hal Clement Young Adult Award for Science Fiction and has been nominated for both the Hugo and the Nebula awards. Gould lives in New Mexico with his wife, writer Laura J. Mixon.

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ONE

The first time was like this.

I was reading when Dad got home. His voice echoed through the house and I cringed.

"Davy!"

I put the book down and sat up on the bed. "In here, Dad. I'm in my room."

His footsteps on the hallway's oak floor got louder and louder. I felt my head hunching between my shoulders; then Dad was at the door and raging.

"I thought I told you to mow the lawn today!" He came into the room and towered over me. "Well! Speak up when I ask you a question!"

"I'm gonna do it, Dad. I was just finishing a book,"

"You've been home from school for over two hours! I'm sick and tired of you lying around this house doing nothing!" He leaned close and the whiskey on his breath made my eyes water. I flinched back and he grabbed the back of my neck with fingers tike a vise. He shook me. "You're nothing but a lazy brat I'm going to beat some industry into you if I have to kill you to do it!"

He pulled me to my feet, still gripping my neck. With his other hand he fumbled for the ornate rodeo buckle on his belt, then snaked the heavy Western strap out of his pants loops.

"No, Dad. I'll mow the lawn right now. Honest!"

"Shut up," he said. He pushed me into the wall. I barely got my hands up in time to keep my face from slamming nose-first into the plaster. He switched hands then, pressing me against the wall with his left while be took the belt in his right hand.

I twisted my head slightly, to keep my nose from grinding into the wall, and saw him switch his grip on the belt, so the heavy silver buckle hung on the end, away from his hand.

I yelled. "Not the buckle, Dad! You promised!"

He ground my face into the wall harder. "Shut UP! I didn't hit you near hard enough the last time." He extended his arm until he held me against the wall at arm's length and swung the belt back slowly. Then his arm jerked forward and the belt sung though the air and my body betrayed me, squirming away from the impact and…

I was leaning against bookshelves, my neck free of Dad's crushing grip, my body still braced to receive a blow. I looked around, gasping, my heart still racing. There was no sign of Dad, but this didn't surprise me.

I was in the fiction section of the Stanville Public Library and, while I knew it as well as my own room, I didn't think my father had ever been inside the building.

That was the first time.

• • •

The second time was like this.

The truck stop was new and busy, an island of glaring light and hard concrete in the night. I went in the glass doors to the restaurant and took a chair at the counter, near the section with the sign that said, drivers only. The clock on the wall read eleven-thirty. I put. The rolled-up bundle of stuff on the floor under my feet and tried to look old.

The middle-aged waitress on the other side of the counter looked skeptical, but she put down a menu and a glass of water, then said, "Coffee?"

"Hot tea, please."

She smiled mechanically and left.

The drivers' section was half full, a thick haze of tobacco smoke over it. None of them looked like the kind of man who'd give me the time of day, much less a lift farther down the road.

The waitress returned with a cup, a tea bag, and one of those little metal pitchers filled with not very hot water.

"What can I get you?" she asked.

"I'll stick with this for a while."

She looked at me steadily for a moment, then totaled the check and laid on the counter. "Cashier will take it when you're ready. You want anything else, just let me know."

I didn't know to hold the lid open as I poured the water, so a third of it ended up on the counter. I mopped it up with napkins from the dispenser and tried not to cry.

"Been on the road long, kid?"

I jerked my head up. A man, sitting in the last seat of the drivers' section, was looking at me. He was big, both tall and fat, with a roll of skin where his shirt neck opened. He was smiling and I could see his teeth were uneven and stained.

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "Your business. You don't look like you've been running long." His voice was higher-pitched than you'd expect for a man his size, but kind.

I looked past him, at the door. "About two weeks."

He nodded. "Rough. You running from your parents?"

"My dad. My mom cut out long ago."

He pushed his spoon around the countertop with his finger. The nails were long with grease crusted under them. "How old are you, kid?"

"seventeen."

He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care what you think. It's true. I turned seventeen lousy years old yesterday." The tears started to come and I blinked hard, got them back under control.

"What you been doing since you left home?"

The tea had gotten as dark as it was going to. I pulled the tea bag and spooned sugar into the cup. "I've been hitching, panhandling a little, some odd jobs. Last two days I picked apples—twenty-five cents a bushel and all I could eat. I also got some clothes out of it."

"Two weeks and you're out of your own clothes already?"

I gulped down half the tea. "I only took what I was wearing." All I was wearing when I walked out of the Stanville Public Library.

"Oh. Well, my name's Topper. Topper Robbins. What's yours?"

I stared at him. "Davy," I said, finally.

"Davy…?"

"Just Davy."

He smiled again. "I understand. Don't have to beat me about the head and shoulders." He picked up his spoon and stirred his coffee, "Well, Davy, I'm driving that PetroChem tanker out there and I'm headed west in about forty-five minutes. If you're going that way, I'll be glad to give you a ride. You look like you could use some food, though. Why don't you let me buy you a meal?"

The tears came again then. I was ready for cruelty but not kindness. I blinked hard and said, "Okay. I'd appreciate the meal and the ride."

An hour later I was westbound in the right-hand seat of Topper's rig, drowsing from the heat of the cab and the full stomach. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, tired of talking. Topper tried to talk a little more after that, but stopped. I watched him out of narrowed eyes. He kept turning his head to look at me when the headlights from oncoming traffic lit the cab's interior; I thought I should feel grateful, but he gave me the creeps.

After a while I fell asleep for real. I came awake with a start, unsure of where I was or even who. There was a tremor running through my mind, a reaction to a bad dream, barely remembered. I narrowed my eyes again and my identity and associated memories came back.

Topper was talking on the CB.

"I'll meet you behind Sam's," he was saying. "Fifteen minutes."

"Ten-four, Topper. We're on our way."

Topper signed off.

I yawned and sat up. "Jeeze. Did I sleep long?"

"About an hour, Davy." He smiled like there'd been a joke. He turned off his CB then and turned the radio to a country and western station.

I hate country and western.

Ten minutes later he took an exit for a farm road far from anywhere.

"You can let me out here, Topper."

"I'm going on kid, just have to meet a guy first. You don't want to hitch in the dark. Nobody'll stop. Besides, it looks like rain."

He was right. The moon had vanished behind a thick overcast and the wind was whipping the trees around.

"Okay."

He drove down the rural two-lane for a while, then pulled off the road at a country store with two gas pumps out front. The store was dark but there was a gravel lot out back where two pickups were parked. Topper pulled the rig up beside them.

"Come on, kid. Want you to meet some guys."

I didn't move. "That's okay. I'll wait for you here."

"Sorry," he said. "It's against company policy to pick up riders, but my ass would really be grass if I left you is here and something happened. Be a sport."

I nodded slowly. "Sure. Don't mean to be any trouble."

He grinned again, big. "No trouble."

I shivered.

To climb down, I had to turn and face the cab, then feel with my feet for the step. A hand guided my foot to the step and I froze. I looked down. Three men were standing on my side of the truck. I could hear gravel crunching as Topper walked around the front of the rig. I looked at him. He was unbuckling his jeans and pulling down his zipper.

I yelled and scrambled back up to the cab, but strong hands gripped my ankles and knees, dragging me back down I grabbed onto the chrome handle by the door with both hands as tight as I could, flailing my legs to try and break their grip. Somebody punched me in the stomach hard and I let go of the handle, the air in my lungs, and my supper all at once.

"Jesus fucking Christ. He puked all over me!" Somebody hit me again as I fell.

They grabbed my arms and carried me over to the open tailgate of a pickup. They slammed me down on the bed of the truck. My face hit and I tasted blood. One of them jumped up on the truck bed and straddled my back, his knees and shins pinning my upper arms, one hand gripping my hair painfully. I felt somebody else reach around and unbuckle my belt, then rip my pants and underwear down. The air was cold on my butt and upper legs.

A voice said, "I wish you'd gotten another girl."

Another voice said, "Who brought the Vaseline?"

"Shit It's in the truck."

"Well…we don't need it."

Somebody reached between my legs and pawed my genitals; then I felt him spread the cheeks of my butt and spit. His warm saliva splattered my bottom and…

I pitched forward, the pressure off my arms and hair, the hands off my bottom. My head banged into something and I struck out to hit my hand against something which gave. I turned, clutched at my pants, pulled them up from my knees, while I sobbed for air, my heart pounding and my entire body shaking.

It was dark, but the air was still and I was alone. I wasn't outside anymore. A patch of moonlight came through a window six feet away to shine on bookshelves. I tasted blood again, gingerly touched my split upper lip. I walked carefully down to the patch of light and looked around.

I pulled a book from the shelf and opened it. The stamp on the inside cover told me what I already knew. I was back in the fiction section of the Stanville Public Library and I was sure I'd gone mad.

That was the second time.

• • •

The first time I ended up in the library, it was open, I wasn't bleeding, my clothes were clean, and I just walked away…from that building, from that town, from that life.

I thought I'd pulled a blank. I thought that whatever my father did to me was so terrible that I'd simply chosen not to remember it. That I'd only come back to myself after reaching the safety of the library.

The thought of pulling a blank was scary, but it wasn't strange to me. Dad pulled blanks all the time and I'd read enough fiction to be familiar with trauma-induced amnesia.

I was surprised that the library was closed and dark this time. I checked the wall clock. It read two o'clock, an hour and. five minutes later than the digital clock in Topper's truck. Jesus Christ. I shivered in the library's air-conditioning and fumbled at my pants. The zipper was broken but the snap worked. I buckled the belt an extra notch tight, then pulled my shirt out so it bung over the zipper. My mouth tasted of blood and vomit.

The library was lit from without by pale white moonlight and the yellow glare of mercury streetlamps. I threaded my way between shelves, chairs, tables to the water fountain and rinsed my mouth again and again until the taste was gone from my mouth and the bleeding of my lip had stopped.

In two weeks I'd worked my way over nine hundred miles from my father. In one heartbeat I'd undone that, putting myself fifteen minutes away from the house. I sat down on a hard wooden chair and put my head in my hands. What had I done to deserve this?

There was something I wasn't dealing with. I knew it. Something…

I'm so tired. All I want is to rest. I thought of all the snatches of sleep I'd had over the last two weeks, miserable stolen moments on rest-stop benches, in people's cars, and under bushes like some animal I thought of the house, fifteen minutes away, of my bedroom, of my bed.

A wave of irresistible longing came over me and I found myself standing and walking, without thought, just desire for that bed. I went to the emergency exit at the back, the one with the alarm will sound sign. I figured by the time any alarm was answered, I could be well away.

It was chained. I leaned against it and hit it very hard, an overhand blow with the flat of my hand. I drew back, tears in my eyes, to hit it again but it wasn't there and I pitched forward, off balance and flailing, into my bed.

I knew it was my bed. I think it was the smell of the room that told me first, but the backlit alarm-clock face on the bedside table was the one Mom sent the year after she left and the light from the back porch light streamed through the window at just the right angle.

For one brief moment I relaxed, utterly and completely, muscle after muscle unknotting. I closed my eyes and felt exhaustion steal over me in a palpable wave. Then I heard a noise and I jerked up, rigid, on the bedspread on my hands and knees. The sound came again. Dad…snoring.

I shuddered. It was strange. It was a very comforting sound. It was home, it was family. It also meant the son of a bitch was asleep.

I took off my shoes and padded down the hall. The door was half open and the overhead light was on. He was sprawled diagonally across the bed, on top of the covers, both shoes and one sock off, his shirt unbuttoned. There was an empty bottle of scotch tucked in the crook of his arm. I sighed.

Home sweet home.

I grabbed the bottle neck and. pulled it gently from between his arm and his side, then set it on the bedside table. He snored on, oblivious. I took his pants off then, pulling the legs alternately to work them past his butt They came free abruptly and his wallet fell from the back pocket I hung the pants over the back of a chair, then went through the wallet.

He had eighty bucks plus his plastic. I took three twenties, then started to put it on the dresser, but stopped. When I folded the wallet, it seemed stiffer than it should, and thicker. I looked closer. There was a hidden compartment covered by a flap with fake stitching. I got it open and nearly dropped the wallet. It was fall of hundred-dollar bills.

I turned the light off and carried the wallet back to my room, where I counted twenty-two crisp hundred-dollar bills onto the bed.

I stared down at the money, four rows of five, one row of two, my eyes wide. My ears were burning and my stomach suddenly hurt. I went back to Dad's room and stared at him for a while.

This was the man who took me to the mission and the secondhand stores to buy clothes for school. This was the man who made me take peanut butter and jelly to school every day rather than part with a crummy ninety cents' worth of lunch money. This was the man who beat me when I'd suggested an allowance for doing the yard work,

I picked up the empty scotch bottle and hefted it, shifted my grip to the neck. It was cold, smooth, and just the right size for my small hands. The glass didn't slip or shift as I swung it experimentally. The glass at the base of the bottle was extra thick where the manufacturer had chosen to give the impression of a bigger bottle. It looked very strong.

Dad snored away, his mouth open, his face slack. His skin, pale normally, looked white as paper in the overhead light. His forehead, receding, domed, lined, looked egglike, white, fragile. I felt the base of the bottle with my left hand. It felt more than heavy enough.

Shit.

I put the bottle back down on the table, turned off the light, and went back to my room.

I took notebook paper, cut it dollar-bill-size, and stacked it until it felt as thick as the pile of hundreds. It took twenty sheets to match the stiffness of the money—maybe it was thicker or just newer. I put the cut paper in the wallet and put it back in the pocket of his slacks.

Then I went to the garage and took down the old leather suitcase, the one Granddad gave me when he retired, and packed it with my clothes, toiletries, and the leather-bound set of Mark Twain that Mom left me.

After I'd closed the suitcase, stripped off my dirty clothes, and put on my suit, I just stood looking around the room, swaying on my feet. If I didn't start moving soon, I'd drop.

There was something else, something I could use.…

I thought of the kitchen, only thirty feet away, down the hall and across the den. Before Mom left, I'd loved to sit in there while she cooked, just talking, telling her stupid jokes. I closed my eyes and pictured it, tried to feel it.

The air around me changed, or maybe it was just the noise. I was in a quiet house, but just the sound of my breathing reflecting off walls sounded different from room to room.

I was in the kitchen.

I nodded my head slowly, tiredly. Hysteria seethed beneath the surface, a rising bubble that threatened to undo me. I pushed it down and looked in the refrigerator.

Three six-packs of Schlitz, two cartons of cigarettes, half a pizza in the cardboard delivery box. I shut the door and thought about my room. I tried it with my eyes open, unfocused, picturing the spot between my desk and the window.

I was there and the room reeled, my eyes and maybe my inner ear just not ready for the change. I put my hand on the wall and the room stopped moving.

I picked up the suitcase and closed my eyes. I opened them in the library, dark shadows alternating with silver pools of moonlight. I walked to the front door and looked out at the grass.

Last summer, before school, I'd come up to the library, check out a book or two, and then move outside, to the grass under the elms. The wind would ruffle the pages, tug my hair and clothes around, and I would go into the words, find the cracks between the sentences and the words would go away, leaving me in the story, the action, the head of other people. Twice I left it too late and got home after Dad did. He liked supper ready. Only twice, though. Twice was more than enough.

I closed my eyes and the wind pushed my hair and fluttered my tie. The suitcase was heavy and I had to switch hands several times as I walked the two blocks to the bus station.

There was a bus for points east at 5:30 A.M. I bought a ticket to New York City for one hundred and twenty-two dollars and fifty-three cents. The clerk took the two hundreds without comment, gave me my change, and said I had three hours to wait.

They were the longest three hours I've ever spent. Every fifteen minutes I got up, dragged the suitcase to the bathroom, and splashed cold water in my face. Near the end of the wait the furniture was crawling across the floor, and every movement of the bushes outside the doors was my father, belt in hand, the buckle razor-edged and about the size of a hubcap.

The bus was five minutes late. The driver stowed my suitcase below, took the first part of my ticket, and ushered me aboard.

When we passed the tattered city-limits sign, I closed my eyes and slept for six hours.

Copyright © 1992 by Steven Gould

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2008

    Better than the Movie!

    Jumper the book was so much better than the movie. The movie did a lot of twisting with the book and added characters and other problems that made it confusing. But the book,wow, Steven Gould wrote a masterpiece. The best Sci-Fi book I've ever read. It's a personal favorite for me!

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2002

    I Recommend this book fo' EVERYBODY

    The book may have too much explicit language for younger readers such as myself.(Guffaw) Other than that it is a jolly well good book!

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2012

    GREAT BOOK dont be fooled by poor reviews

    Giovanni_mejas your dumb like really just unfathomably dumb....the book was beautifully written and is NOT supposed to be like the movie. Did you really think that the movie came first, wow i mean how can you write a review for other people and not even understand that the book was written 16 years before the movie was made and to top it off your dumb... great book loved it read it multiple times and will continue to read it for the rest of my life thank you for such a fantastic book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2012

    Great great book!!!!!!

    I had seen the movie and was intrigued by it, thrn when I heard it was based off of a book I had to read it. The book is AMAZING!!!!! I could not stop reading it and wishing I could teleport and have a ton of money. In short, a great book and a must read.

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  • Posted August 5, 2010

    Teleporting boy goes to NYC and plans a bank heist

    Davy lives with his alcoholic, stingy, abusive father. On one occasion, Davy accidentally "jumps" (teleports) away just as his father is about to beat him with a belt buckle. Seizing the opportunity, Davy runs away from home but finds himself accosted by a quartet of truck drivers. Luckily, he teleports away again. Realizing he has a strange and unbelievable talent, Davy decides to make his way in the world alone. Once in New York City, Davy finds that his age (seventeen years old) doesn't allow him to register for school or work without a parent or papers. In desperation, Davy plans a bank heist that can only be accomplished with his unique ability.

    After walking away with a sizable sum of money, Davy lives the high life: living out of hotels, buying expensive clothes and eating at expensive restaurants. Despite having nearly everything he needs only a "jump" away, he discovers that he can only teleport to places he has been to before and can clearly picture in his mind. Backed by his bank heist money, he travels extensively in order to accumulate a large number of teleportation sites. Eventually, Davy puts his ability to use in stopping airline hijackers, but this catches the attention of the NSA, which seeks to understand Davy's ability and use him for their own purposes.

    Despite the intriguing concept behind Steven Gould's Jumper, the novel doesn't offer much of a conflict for its protagonist until more than halfway through. While it is intriguing to follow Davy and see how he utilizes his ability, the plot is mostly just watching him figure things out. Much of the novel feels like a thought exercise in the best way to utilize such an ability to benefit oneself or others (within the confines of the mechanics of teleportation that Gould has established). It appears the drastic changes made to the movie adaptation was to create a conflict and a plot, which the book is lacking. Jumper is clearly aimed at a young adult audience, as Davy's angst may come across as childish or simply corny to older readers. Gould's description of New York City, and specifically Times Square, comes across as dated (the area hasn't been that way in over a decade and a half!).

    Despite the plain writing style and the sometimes annoying angst of Davy, the book was still interesting enough to keep me reading almost non-stop until I was finished. I guess it was after finishing the book that I realized that I wish more had happened. Make sure to check out Reflex, the sequel to Jumper, for a more action-packed (and better-plotted) story with Davy and teleportation. If anything, a movie should have been made from Reflex, with Jumper only serving as an introduction to the better story.

    [Disclosure: This review also appears on FingerFlow.com, a site for review and discussion of creative works.]

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2014

    Enjoyable Science Fiction for YA and adults JUMPER by Steven Go

    Enjoyable Science Fiction for YA and adults

    JUMPER by Steven Gould may be more than 20 years old (from first publication), but I found the setting to be crystal clear-- I could see exactly when this Sci Fi book was written....in an era before cell phones, before the Internet, when a teenager would turn to a physical library to find information he needed.

    JUMPER is a page turner. I found myself riveted through much of it (but some scenes dragged)...and thoroughly enjoyed watching the main character, Davy, discover his paranormal abilities and make decisions that illustrated his character and his moral code very well. He faces significant dilemmas, significant highs and lows, challenges-- some he overcomes and some he doesn't. The descriptions and emotion ring true for a man in his late teens and early twenties, as the book covers a couple of years, it seems.

    The story is well-developed and rich with themes of justice, integrity, coming of age, choice and consequence, healing, loss, first love, right vs. wrong, good vs. evil, accountability, alcoholism, and more.

    Sensuality Level: moderate (Sex between the scenes and mild reverences to sexual activity)
    Language: PG-13.
    Violence: PG-13/R. (Terrorism, weapons, murders, beatings, violence)

    Recommended to fans of paranormal fiction. ~~Kristin

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 12, 2013

    Better than the movie

    A nice and thoughtful piece. It made me think about how i was when i was seventeen.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2013

    Best movie evvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvva

    Review makes him an idiot but hes realy awesome sauce

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2013

    Soooooo good

    Seriously finished in one night, just couldnt put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 3, 2012

    Amazing!

    Jumper is one of those books that i can reread over and over again so many times. I feel so much for Davy, see myself making so many of the same choices (for good and for ill) and most importantly of all, ai enjoy ever single word of it! If I could only have three books with me for the rest of my life, Jumper would be one of them!

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  • Posted April 29, 2012

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    Once again, better than the movie.

    As usual the book is better than the movie.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 12, 2012

    Finnished in 6 days

    This is on of the best books i have ever read. Truly a life changing book for me in a way. Makes you wonder if its actually posible and wishing you had his gift.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 26, 2012

    One of my favorite books

    I don't find many books written like this anymore, realistic emotional reactions not at all like the clich¿ "tough" emotionless characters we have today. Most heroes today act like jerks and joke all the time and last minute begin showing some emotion and they end up with the girl, disappointing.

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  • Posted September 4, 2011

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    Jumper was a decent good over-all. The novel did not meet my expectations on teleportation and had no comparison with the film. The storyline was very slow, and boring. Furthermore, they do not mention Griffin anywhere and no mention with the Palidans. Also, the storyline was not mention in the film which was a MAJOR let-down. Finally, the Davy's mother survives and is a Palidan in the film, but dies in the novel. ??? Overrall the novel is decent, but Mr. Gould, your writing is not.

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  • Posted April 3, 2011

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    We'll I liked the movie so ibought the book

    Its good but you should know it should be rated R just a heads up

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  • Posted February 18, 2011

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    A new begining for an old power

    we've all felt that terrible feeling of wanting to get away; from work, from bullies and thugs, from ourselves. Well what if you could, and nothing could stop you? Davy, the hero of our book, discovers a power that allows him an escape from an abusive father. This new talent doesn't come without a cost however. Those Davy decides to keep close quickly fall under the watchful eyes of his adversaries. And his new powers cannot save them.

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  • Posted August 3, 2010

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    the book-crack I've been looking for.

    At first I wasn't too keen on how it was written. The way Gould set up the prose just wasn't something I thought I was into, but then as I got into it, I realized how perfectly addicting and emotional it was. I don't think I've ever identified with a main character as much as I did in this book. I got all those knots and butterflies and lurches and flips in my stomach that you always hear reviewers talk about..it was great. ; )

    Although, it did kinda bother me how different it was from the movie, which I saw first. They're both amazing, just very, very different.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2009

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    the best book

    i think that jumper griffins story is the best book in the world

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 14, 2008

    Okay Book, But Won¿t Be Going Out Of My Way To Find The Sequel (Reviewed by TheBookworm)

    Jumper (Movie Tie-In) by Steven Gould<BR/>Publication Date: February 2008 Reprint<BR/>3 out of 5 stars<BR/>R - Sexual Content, Violence, Alcohol Abuse, Profanity<BR/>Not Recommended<BR/><BR/>When David ¿Davy¿ Rice was 12, his mother left him in the care of his abusive alcoholic father. Five years later at the age of 17, he is now on his own. Hurting from the mental and physical wounds inflicted upon him by his father, Davy is set on settling in New York City and beginning his own life. Unable to get a job because of his lack of identification documents, he decides to get money through more questionable means. With government agents hot on his heels and a great girlfriend by his side, Davy¿s mental and physical battles escalate. Only one thing is keeping him and his girlfriend out of the government¿s hands¿ his ability to teleport.<BR/><BR/>Jumper was an interesting book with a heavy atmosphere and a character who¿s morals and judgments were slightly askew.<BR/><BR/>I wanted to pity Davy and yet I detested some of his actions. Half the time I wanted to give him a much needed hug and the other half I wanted to talk some sense into him. Davy was strong in the face of danger, but his venerability around Millie, his girlfriend, made me like him all the more.<BR/><BR/>I admired Davy¿s humor and sense of hope. Life is full of many dark, depressing events, so why not look forward to the light at the end of the tunnel and hold on to the hope for a happy, enjoyable life? I liked Millie because she was able to keep the light of hope burning in Davy when all he wanted to do was give up.<BR/><BR/>This novel began to lag around the middle, but with the help of some cruel, sad events the author got the story rolling again. The ending seemed to sneak up on me. The last 30 pages covered a huge amount of information, of which I was just barely able to absorb.<BR/><BR/>The reason I can¿t comfortably recommend this novel, is because of the sexual content, attempted rape, and strong profanity (f-word used very often).<BR/><BR/>If you think that this book sounds interesting and/or the main character sounds interesting, I suggest You don¿t know me by David Klass. You don¿t know me doesn¿t have anything paranormal, but Davy (from Jumper) and John (from You don¿t know me) are quite a lot alike in the fact that they both have abusive father figures and they both have to deal with the mental and physical wounds inflicted upon them because of it. I¿m going to overuse this word but, its ¿interesting¿ to see these characters survive and their emotions and behavior change, mature, grow, and become self-relying but yet able to show weakness at the appropriate times.<BR/><BR/>Jumper was an okay book, but I won¿t be going out of my way to find and read its sequel.<BR/><BR/>Date Reviewed: December 14th, 2008<BR/><BR/>For more book reviews and book information check out my website at www.inthecurrent.blogspot.com

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2008

    Could not put it down

    This book held my attention, I could not put it down. I hated coming to the end of the book. I hope he writes something soon, I am looking forward to his next book.

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