Perry's Killer Playlist

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When Perry ends up in Venice on a European tour with his band, Inchworm, he can’t resist a visit to Harry’s Bar, where Gobi told him she’d meet him someday. The last time he saw Gobi, five people were assassinated one crazy night in New York City. Well . . . Gobi shows up, and once again Perry is roped into a wild, nonstop thrill ride with a body count. Double crossings, kidnappings, CIA agents, arms dealers, boat chases in Venetian canals, and a shootout in the middle of a ...

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Overview

When Perry ends up in Venice on a European tour with his band, Inchworm, he can’t resist a visit to Harry’s Bar, where Gobi told him she’d meet him someday. The last time he saw Gobi, five people were assassinated one crazy night in New York City. Well . . . Gobi shows up, and once again Perry is roped into a wild, nonstop thrill ride with a body count. Double crossings, kidnappings, CIA agents, arms dealers, boat chases in Venetian canals, and a shootout in the middle of a Santa Claus convention ensue.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Following the literally explosive events of Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick, 18-year-old Perry Stormaire’s life has both settled down and markedly improved. His band, Inchworm, is on the rise, and he has a new, well-connected girlfriend, Paula, who has just helped book Inchworm on a 12-city European tour. Too good to be true? Oh, yes, it is. No sooner do Perry and his bandmates arrive in Venice then he’s reunited with Gobija Zaksauskas, the lethal and gorgeous Lithuanian assassin-for-hire who Perry attempted to take to prom in the previous book. The story deploys like machine-gun fire in clipped, feverishly paced chapters (each named after a rock song) as Gobi and Perry race across Europe with a trail of bodies and destruction in their wake. Schreiber has a way with similes (“A third blast, and all of Europe jumped and shook itself off like a wet dog,” narrates Perry under rocket-propelled grenade assault in Switzerland), and the nonstop action, romantic intrigue, and everyteen haplessness on Perry’s part remains an incendiary combination. Ages 14–up. Agent: Phyllis Westberg, Harold Ober Associates. (Nov.)
VOYA - Johanna Nation-Vallee
Perry Stormaire is in over his head—again. This sequel to Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick (HMH, 2011/Voya October 2011) features the further adventures of the Columbia University student and Inchworm, bassist-turned-inadvertent-action hero. Thanks to Perry's well-connected girlfriend, Paula, Inchworm is touring Europe. First stop: Venice, Italy, home to Harry's Bar, where "Crazy European Chick" Gobija Zaksauskas awaits Perry's arrival. What follows is a confusing, panic-driven chase in which Perry finds himself at the mercy of his former Lithuanian exchange student on a professional mission involving multiple assassinations. The first half of the novel suffers from an identity crisis. The pace is too slow for an international spy thriller and characters too flat and unappealing for a character play. Schreiber seems unwilling to commit until the second half of the book, when the pace picks up significantly. At this point, Perry's Killer Playlist clearly evolves into an action-drama, hampered only slightly by improbable scenarios and inadequate suspense-building. Despite setbacks in execution, the novel manages to capture the fantasy world of many adolescent males: a band touring Europe, attractive and attentive females, and a proliferation of bombs, illegal firearms, and multi-story jumps. The novel should, therefore, appeal to teenage boys as well as some teenage girls. It will probably be most popular with readers already familiar with Schreiber's previous novel. Reviewer: Johanna Nation-Vallee
Children's Literature - Jennifer Lehmann
Perry Stormaire has it all. He'll be heading to Columbia University in the fall. He's dating a hot, older girl. He and his bandmates are on tour in Europe. And his former foreign exchange student, turned assassin, just saved him from a group of thugs and dumped a body in a trunk into a Venetian canal. His perfect life is about to get crazy—again. This sequel to Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick is an action-packed thriller. Even with life-threatening situations and plot twists in every chapter, the main characters are still drawn fully. Perry and his family are complex, but offer readers a chance to connect with Perry despite his extraordinary circumstances. Neither Paula, Perry's girlfriend, nor Gobi, the beautiful assassin, are pigeon-holed into the roles of love interest or villain. The excitement of the story, the intrigue, and genuine concern for the characters will keep a variety of readers unable to put this book down. Reviewer: Jennifer Lehmann
Kirkus Reviews
The stunning assassin returns, heaping chaos on her lovably obtuse musician as he struggles to complete a European tour (Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick, 2011). Perry Stormaire has had an amazing three months: a new girlfriend, Paula; a touring band gig in Europe; and no sign of Gobi, the Lithuanian assassin who blew up his house. While in Venice, Perry finds himself drawn to a prearranged meeting spot where both a hit squad and Gobi are waiting for him. On the run from assassins and police, Gobi and Perry trek across Italy, Switzerland, and France to clean up the killers and find Perry's missing family. Schreiber endows loyal Perry and deadly Gobi with strong characterization, but dependence on action clichés and stilted dialogue hamstring this book, as with the earlier title. Perry is more self-aware, making him less of a hapless victim and more of a reluctant sidekick, one whose strong sense of loyalty compels him to tough out dangerous and ridiculous events. Gobi's vulnerability is a welcome change from her near-robotic, practically superhuman performance. Despite the plethora of explosions, back-stabbings and secret identities, there are some touching moments between the two protagonists as bullets fly by. The narrative ends with a sense of completion, but it won't prevent Schreiber from breaking out his espionage duo for future endeavors. An action blockbuster in print form: loud, fun and entirely forgettable. (Thriller. 14 & up)
From the Publisher
"The nonstop action, romantic intrigue, and everyteen haplessness on Perry's part remains an incendiary combination."
Publishers Weekly, starred review

"Just as the Bourne franchise gets better with each movie, so does this action/spy-thriller series. . . . A thrilling sequel that won't disappoint fans."
School Library Journal

"Perry's Killer Playlist is an action-packed novel that moves very quickly. It's full of interesting characters who lead secret lives."
—Kayla T., age 15, SLJ Teen

"Hilarious, smart, the ultimate good guy, Perry is a reluctant James Bond caught up in another one of Gobi's La Femme Nikita-esque outa-control rollercoaster rides in this sequel to Au Revior, Crazy European Chick."
Justine magazine

School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—Just as the Bourne franchise gets better with each movie, so does this action/spy-thriller series. Things seem to be looking up for 18-year-old Perry Stormaire. He has been accepted to Columbia, and his new girlfriend works in the music industry and has convinced her boss to send Perry and his band on a European music tour. The only downside is that his family insists on tagging along. During the band's first stop in Italy, Perry is nearly killed. The beautiful assassin, Gobi, arrives just in time to save him, but not without dragging Perry on a dangerous adventure that spans several European cities. Gobi's new mission is to kill several targets. This time, she's not out for revenge, but rather working on behalf of someone else, and she's not doing it for the money, either. Gunshots, explosions, and bloody fights rev up the action, but it's Gobi's motivations that move the story. Perry may be the narrator, but her conflicted and painful past makes her a complex and sympathetic character. This sequel to Au Revoir Crazy European Chick (Houghton Harcourt, 2011) will feel somewhat familiar. Just like in Manhattan, Perry is unwilling to accompany Gobi as she tracks down her targets. When the lives of his family members are at stake, he has to put his faith in the hands of a dangerous woman. Except this time, his feelings for her are deeper and more complicated. A thrilling sequel that won't disappoint fans.—Kimberly Garnick Giarratano, Rockaway Township Public Library, NJ
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547601175
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 11/6/2012
  • Pages: 209
  • Age range: 14 - 17 Years
  • Lexile: 850L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.78 (w) x 8.32 (h) x 0.86 (d)

Meet the Author

Joe Schreiber is the New York Times bestselling author of adult novels Death Troopers, Chasing the Dead, and Eat the Dark. His other novels for young people include, the critically acclaimed Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick , Perry's Killer Playlist , and Lenny Cyrus, School Virus . He lives in Pennsylvania with his wife and children.

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Prologue
“American Idiot”
—Green Day

“Don’t kill me.”
   Nine hundred feet up in the November wind, it’s hard to enunciate properly, especially with the barrel of a Glock nine-millimeter jammed in your mouth. They don’t tell you these things on the Travel Channel.
   Gobi takes the automatic out from between my lips. Her eyes sparkle and shine. I think about what she told me back in Venice, what she said at the hotel that night. That all seems like a long time ago now.
   She smiles, blood and lipstick smeared over her face. Down below, blue lights on the Champ de Mars flash off the steel framework of the Eiffel Tower, warping in the rain. Over her shoulder I can see the gendarmes on the other side of the observation platform with automatic weapons, yelling at us in the language of love. I remember just enough from two years in Mrs. Garvey’s French class to decipher “police” and “surrender.”
   “As tave myliu,” Gobi says. With her free hand, she reaches out and brushes the wet hair out of my eyes. Her fingers are ice cold. “Your hair is getting shaggy, mielasis.” Then she points the pistol back at my head.
   “Just tell me what you’ve done with my family.” I’m begging now, and I don’t care how it sounds. “Just tell me where they are.”
   “I am so sorry, Perry.” An almost inaudible click as she switches off the safety. “Au revoir.”
   
1
“All These Things That I’ve Done”
— The Killers

“Miss me?” she asked.
   I leaned forward to kiss the ice cream from her upper lip—maple fudge ripple, arguably the best flavor in the known universe. We were standing barefoot next to the picnic tables by the Twin Star on Route 26, watching the gray waves of October rolling up and crashing on the shore.
   Me and Paula.
   It was fall, the best time of the year for this battered stretch of shoreline that Connecticut shares with the sea. All around us, the rest of the beach was deserted, a long, unhurried curve of sand, eel grass and wooden fence slats bullied and pushed over sideways by decades of rough Atlantic weather. During the summer this place was mobbed with families and kids, teenagers, bikers, couples—my parents had even come up here on a date once, according to family lore. Now it all felt pleasantly haunted, the parking lot almost empty, the restrooms already locked up for the season, leaving the two of us and the guy behind the ice cream counter just itching to put up his handwritten see you next summer! sign up in the window.
   High above us, seagulls squeaked and wheeled in the gunmetal sky, sounding lost and far away.
   Paula hugged herself and shivered. “It’s chilly.”
   “Here.” I took off my Columbia sweatshirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Better?”
   “Always the gentleman.” She smiled and looked down at the beach, her cell phone still clutched in her hand from the call that she’d just finished. “So, do you want to hear the big news?”
   “I thought you’d never tell me.” “I thought you’d never ask.” “Officially asking.”
   “I just got off the phone with Armitage . . . and he wants to book Inchworm . . .” — she paused, making me wait an extra split- second — “ . . . for the whole tour.”
   “Europe?”
   “Twelve cities in eighteen days.”
   “No way.” I laughed, and she grabbed me, and I hugged her, lifting her up off her feet and spinning her around. “Paula, that’s unbelievable.”
   “I know!” Her smile had blossomed into a full-out grin, and I looked at all eleven of the sun freckles across the bridge of her nose. I’d counted them when we were waiting in line for one of the rides at Six Flags last month.
   “How did that happen?”
   “I told you the new songs were great, Perry. Armitage heard your demo and flipped.” Now she was clutching my hands, bouncing up and down on her tiptoes with excitement. Her toenails were painted a very dark shade of plum, almost black, and they looked great against the sand, ten little black keys, like the kind you use to play ragtime. “He’s booking you guys on a twelve-city tour, starting in London on the twenty-ninth, then Venice, Paris, Madrid . . .” Paula got out her phone, clicking up the screen. “I’ve got all the dates here.”
   “This is amazing,” I said. “I can’t wait to see Europe with you.” She sighed softly, and her shoulders sagged a little. “I wish.” “Wait—you’re not coming?”
   “Armitage needs me here in New York. And I’ve got to be back in the studio at the beginning of December. Moby’s recording a new album in L.A., and . . .” She saw my expression. “Hey, maybe I can sneak out to Paris for a weekend.”
   “I’d like that.”
   “Perry, this is a huge step for you guys. If this works out . . .” I smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
   “Oh, shut up.”
   “I’m serious,” I said. “You made this happen.”
   “Well, that’s sweet of you to say.” Her blue eyes sparkled, appearing and disappearing as her hair blew in front of her face. She’d spent most of the summer in L.A. and somehow held on to her tan into the fall, so that her blond hair looked even blonder by comparison. “But we all know who really deserves the credit.”
   “Stop it.”
   “You wrote all of those new songs, Perry.” “Norrie and I wrote them together.”
   “Then you and Norrie are the next Lennon and McCartney,” she said. “And now the entire European Union is going to find that out for themselves.”
   “This is amazing.”
   “I know.” She frowned a little, seeing the hint of apprehension in my eyes. “What?”
   “Nothing—it’s just great news.” “Stormaire . . .”
   I smiled. “I just wish you could go with me, that’s all.”
   “You’re adorable.” She kissed me again, and the kiss lingered this time, her mouth warm and soft against mine, her hair tickling my ears.
   “I know.”
   She stood there looking at me. We’d been dating for less than three months, but I’d told her everything, and she could read me like a book.
   “Europe’s a big continent, Perry.” “I know.”
   “You don’t even know if she’s there.” “Right.”
   “It’s not like you’re going to run into her.” “I never said— ”
   “You didn’t have to.”
   “I wasn’t even thinking it.”
   “There’s a reason why I’m not sending you guys to Lithuania,” Paula said, and squeezed my hand. “Come on. I’m cold. Let’s walk.”
      
2   
“Ever Fallen in Love”
— Buzzcocks

Paula and I had met back in the beginning of August, at a party in Park Slope, not long after I’d seen Gobi for the last time on the steps at Columbia. It turned out that I didn’t really know a lot of people at the party, one of those friend-of-a-friend-who-wasn’t-really-a- friend type of things. Someone kept playing old Elton John tracks on the iPod docking station, and I was in the process of saying my goodbyes when a voice I’d never heard before said, “Hey.”
   That was how she’d started out, as a voice over my shoulder, sounding raspy and unfamiliar and amused. “You’re that guy,” the voice said.
   I turned around to look at her, my brain immediately struggling to crunch the numbers. Laid out on the chalkboard, it would’ve gone something like this:
    (blond  hair)  +  (blue  eyes)  x  (killer body)
   =  don’t even try
   Yet here was this woman, a little older than I was and a whole lot hotter, not only looking at me but actually seeming interested.
   “I’m sorry?”
   “I saw your picture in the Post,” she said. “You’re Perry Stormaire, right?”
   “Yeah.”
   “You’re the guy whose house got blown up.” “Uh-huh.”
   “That was insane.”
   “Yes,” I said, because I never know what to say in these situations. She was referring to what happened on the night of my senior prom, three months before, when the Lithuanian foreign exchange that had been living in our house—a girl named Gobija Zaksauskas—turned out to be an assassin with a hit list of names. With Gobi’s gun to my head, we’d spent the night careening around New York City in my father’s Jaguar while she killed her targets one by one, ending with my house getting blown up. Describing the night as “insane” could arguably be considered an insult to the mentally ill.
    “Your family was all right?” “Yes.”
   “And they never found that woman’s body?”
   “Destroyed in the fire,” I said. “That’s what they think, anyway.” “Wow.” We stood there for a moment, and she seemed to realize
   that she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Paula Daniels.”
   She held out her hand, and I shook it in that smiling, somewhat awkward way that people shake hands when they’re flirting, and it occurred to me that that’s what we were doing. When a couple of people stepped past us on their way through the door, Paula edged a little closer, her bare shoulder brushing against my arm, and the party noise seemed to fade way down in the mix so it was as if just the two of us were standing there talking to each other. Something happened right then. It was that weightless moment when you stop worrying about riding the bike and just starting riding it.
   “Can I ask you a personal question?” she said. “Sure.”
   “Was it all true?”
   “Are you kidding?” I said. “I couldn’t have made that stuff up.” “I had a feeling.” A tiny smile touched the corner of her lips and
   echoed in her eyes with a shimmer that I could almost hear, like the soft chime of an incoming text message. “I pride myself on my ability to separate truth and bullshit.”
   “That’s a rare talent,” I said.
   “Not as marketable as it used to be.” “Maybe you should be a detective.”
   She laughed an easy, natural laugh. “I bet you get asked that a lot.”
   “What?”
   “You know—fact or fiction.”
   “Actually, no,” I said. “It’s weird, but most people don’t really seem to care.”
   And it was true. They had read about what happened with me and Gobi on prom night in New York in the newspapers and seen it on TV, posted about it on their blogs, forwarded it and “liked” it on Facebook and tweeted about it to their friends. As far as the American public was concerned, what happened to us that night was the truth, yet another improbable chunk of “reality” gone viral in a post-MTV world, and everybody had just kind of accepted it and moved on.
   “So you’re not a detective,” I said. “No.”
   “What do you do besides read the Post and go to parties in Brooklyn?”
   She smiled, cocked an eyebrow. “There’s more to life?” “Depends who you ask, I guess.”
   “Fair enough. The truth is, I work in the music industry.”
   I felt my heart do a little stumble-step in my chest, because this conversation really did seem to be entering the department of Too Good to Be True. “Really.”
   “Yes.”
   “You know,” I said, “that’s funny, because I sort of play in a band.”
   “Inchworm.” Paula nodded. “I remember from the story.” “Yeah.” I was starting to think I could really fall in love with this
   girl. “Well, ah, anyway . . . we all decided to take a year off before college, just to see if we can make something happen. If not . . .” I shrugged.
   “If you don’t try, you’ll always wonder.” I nodded. “Exactly.”
   “You should slip me your demo.” “Seriously?”
   “Absolutely. I work for this European promoter, George Armitage— ”
   “Wait a second,” I said. “The George Armitage?” “That’s  him.”
   “Are you kidding? Armitage is, like, the hottest promoter in the
   world right now. Ever since the Enigma festival in the U.K. last summer, plus he owns his own airline . . . You actually work for that guy?”
   Paula smiled. “Well, I’m sort of the liaison between him and the labels. Technically I’m on Armitage’s payroll, but I spend about half my time in L.A., working with new bands in the studio. It’s kind of a position that I created for myself.”
   “That sounds amazing.”
   “I grew up in Laurel Canyon.” Paula reached up, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “My father was an A&R guy back in the seventies, worked with all the legends—Fleetwood Mac, Steely Dan, the Eagles. Madonna and Sean Penn practically got a divorce in our pool. It’s in my blood.”
   And that was how it started. People talk about fate and luck and blind chance, and even now I’m not sure where I stand on those issues, but I will say this: In the weeks and months that Paula and I got more serious, I found her to be exactly as confident, ambitious, imaginative, and funny as she was that first night, and as I got to know her better, I sort of ran out of adjectives. She was that mixed mouthful of flavors, the kind of person that would walk through a farmer’s market and in the middle of the conversation about Soviet cinema in the 1940s, pick up two bananas and pretend they were her eyebrows.
   And she was unfathomably beautiful, totally out of my league. The kind of girl you write songs about. She was twenty-two years old, and I was eighteen.
   Then again, historically, I tend to prefer older women.

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  • Posted November 7, 2012

    Fast, Fun and Crazy

    If there’s one thing Joe Schreiber does well, it’s capturing the element of wicked fun. Perry’s Killer Playlist brings the same entertaining intensity of Au Revior Crazy European Chick but in a whole new chapter of the adventure. This time Perry is on a Eurpean tour with his band Inchworm, and things are about to get interesting.

    Have you ever wondered what it would be like if you dated an assassin? Well for Perry, this is sort of the unfortunate circumstance of his life. There’s this girl named Gobi who he sort of has a crush on but won’t admit it. She’s special. Of course it’s special in that she’s a trained killer who sort of kidnapped him so she’d have someone to drive her around while she killed people and ultimately got his house blown up. But hey, love is blind, right? Regardless, Perry has a thing for this deadly femme fatale. Alas, things don’t go quite so well for Perry in this chapter of the adventure. Especially when Gobi runs into Perry’s new girlfriend. Long story short, gunshots are fired, people are running for their lives, there are Bourne Identity commando spies attacking left and right, Santageddon happens, and chaos runs amok at every turn.

    If you’ve read Au Revoir Crazy European Chick, you have an idea of how things go. Joe Schreiber has a knack for turning out great, intense stories that run fast and exciting. You’ll only need one evening to churn through Perry’s Killer Playlist, but it’ll be a blast. All of the fun that was captured in the first book continues in this one. Even if you haven’t read Au Revoir Crazy European Chick, you’ll still be able to pick up on enough of the backstory to not miss out. The prose and storytelling is both witty and engaging. Best of all, Joe starts the book off with a terrific hook and keeps the pace flowing throughout. There’s just the right amount of character chemistry, action, and internal dialog. With story elements similar to The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series, Perry’s Killer Playlist reads like a cinematic tour de force. It’s intense and engrossing.

    I highly recommend this book to any Star Wars or horror fan who would like to see a different side to Joe Schreiber. Joe is a truly gifted writer who can do a lot more than gory horror stories. The humor, the characters, and the off the wall scenes have a perfect balance. Plus there’s a fun little tuckerism with Star Wars Del Rey Editor Erich Schoeneweiss that made me laugh out loud when I came across it. If you’re looking for a quick, fun, thrill ride story, then look no further. This story is cover to cover entertainment and a earns a well deserved five out of five.

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  • Posted July 10, 2014

    I am in love with Gobi and Perry. Does anyone know when the thir

    I am in love with Gobi and Perry. Does anyone know when the third one might possibly be happening?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 8, 2013

    Shadow

    "Nope. He Has Noooo Clue. Imma Tell Him At The Worst Possible Time Too." Gets Hugged. "Okayyy Bye."

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    Posted August 8, 2013

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    Don't do that. Ryan loves her...and...wow....Bye! *leave*

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  • Posted December 16, 2012

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    Freaking awesome. The only two words in the English dictionary t

    Freaking awesome. The only two words in the English dictionary that can be used together to describe my thoughts of Perry’s Killer Playlist by author Joe Schreiber. Seriously, after reading Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick his first YA novel, I have been eyeing the sequel for about a month and now that I’ve finally gotten to read it I can proudly say that I = mind blown. I had my concerns, I mean, the first novel was nothing but Perry getting to play Gobi’s getaway driver/hostage before he learns that he might be falling for her. Well, that and the fact that he becomes her accomplice to the murders she pulled off in New York City. Perry and Gobi are back and this time, it’s on Gobi’s home turf of Europe.

    Europe, guns, betrayal and a femme fatale? Yeah, that sounds like my cup of tea.

    Perry’s Killer Playlist occurs a few months after the events that took place in Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick. We have our main character Perry who is now living a life without Gobi. He has found a new girlfriend, his band is going on a European tour and after one day in Venice, Perry has found Gobi again. She has another hit list and she needs his help, whether he likes it or not. Perry and Gobi travel around Europe, finishing off the men that Gobi has marked for death. The two characters quarrel much like in the last novel, but the difference now is that Perry must face his feelings towards Gobi while Gobi begins to hide the single thing on this Earth that can kill her from Perry. To make things worse for our buddy Perry, it looks like his girlfriend might be just as messed up as the girl who keeps on taking him hostage; Hasn’t he figured out yet that if their name starts with a constant and ends with a vowel they are most likely assassins?

    The one thing I think I loved most about Perry’s Killer Playlist was that it takes the story in a whole new direction. It isn’t the novel before it being repeated in a different setting, the plot is entirely different, the characters seem to have developed into these badass creatures and with that comes more dangerous situations. Perry goes from being the hostage to actually getting his hands dirty himself, and as he faces his feelings for Gobi we get to see a side of him that wasn’t really looked into in the last novel. Perry reaches an extreme and I loved every minute of it.

    I’ll admit that I felt like the action that we got throughout  Au Revoir, Crazy European Chick wasn’t seen as much in Perry’s Killer Playlist. Sure Gobi was still killing bad guys left and right and sure there were still tons of moment where I thought she was going to shoot Perry in the face, but there were more people problems in this novel. We have to deal with Gobi’s own mortality, emotions, girlfriends turning out to be assassins and what not.

    But, considering the deux ex machina that we got at the end of the novel, I’ll let it all slide. The ending might have been one of my favorite scenes out of all the YA novels I’ve read. It screamed Rush Hour 3 meets every movie that has Jason Statham. Seriously, by the time the novel came to a close my heart was tired from pounding so much and alas, I found myself yearning for the third novel that I’m sure won’t disappoint.

    I’d recommend this novel to fans of the one prior to it. Readers who love action and thrillers will adore series and those of us who are looking for quick reads will probably have just found the apples of their eye.

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    Posted November 13, 2012

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