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#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

Jack Reacher returns in the latest fast-moving, action-packed, suspenseful book from Lee Child.
 
You can leave the army, but the army doesn’t leave you. Not always. Not completely, notes Jack Reacher—and sure enough, the retired military cop is soon pulled back into service. This time, for ...

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Overview

#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER

Jack Reacher returns in the latest fast-moving, action-packed, suspenseful book from Lee Child.
 
You can leave the army, but the army doesn’t leave you. Not always. Not completely, notes Jack Reacher—and sure enough, the retired military cop is soon pulled back into service. This time, for the State Department and the CIA.
 
Someone has taken a shot at the president of France in the City of Light. The bullet was American. The distance between the gunman and the target was exceptional. How many snipers can shoot from three-quarters of a mile with total confidence? Very few, but John Kott—an American marksman gone bad—is one of them. And after fifteen years in prison, he’s out, unaccounted for, and likely drawing a bead on a G8 summit packed with enough world leaders to tempt any assassin.
 
If anyone can stop Kott, it’s the man who beat him before: Reacher. And though he’d rather work alone, Reacher is teamed with Casey Nice, a rookie analyst who keeps her cool with Zoloft. But they’re facing a rough road, full of ruthless mobsters, Serbian thugs, close calls, double-crosses—and no backup if they’re caught. All the while Reacher can’t stop thinking about the woman he once failed to save. But he won’t let that that happen again. Not this time. Not Nice.
 
Reacher never gets too close. But now a killer is making it personal.

Praise for Personal
 
“The best one yet.”—Stephen King
 
“Reacher is the stuff of myth, a great male fantasy. . . . One of this century’s most original, tantalizing pop-fiction heroes . . . Child does a masterly job of bringing his adventure to life with endless surprises and fierce suspense.”—The Washington Post
 
“Yet another satisfying page-turner.”—Entertainment Weekly
 
“Reacher is always up for a good fight, most entertainingly when he goes mano a mano with a seven-foot, 300-pound monster of a mobster named Little Joey. But it’s Reacher the Teacher who wows here.”—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times
 
“Jack Reacher is today’s James Bond, a thriller hero we can’t get enough of. I read every one as soon as it appears.”—Ken Follett
 
“Reacher’s just one of fiction’s great mysterious strangers.”Maxim
 
“If you like fast-moving thrillers, you’ll want to take a look at this one.”—John Sandford
 
“Fans won’t be disappointed by this suspense-filled, riveting thriller.”Library Journal (starred review)
 
“Child is the alpha dog of thriller writers, each new book zooming to the top of best-seller lists with the velocity of a Reacher head butt.”Booklist
 
“Every Reacher novel delivers a jolt to the nervous system.”Kirkus Reviews

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When a general calls in a favor, honest loner Jack Reacher can't resist. Almost without thinking, this former military cop heads for a plane and is off to the UK and a very dangerous assignment. Apparently, twisted master American assassin John Kott has been warming up in the wings, aiming to turn the upcoming G-8 conference into a killing field. To stop the marksman in his tracks, Reacher must not only find him; he must keep himself and his rookie partner Casey Nice from getting killed hopelessly tangled in embarrassing international incidents. Bound to be a bestseller and a nonstop read.

The New York Times Book Review - Marilyn Stasio
In thriller land, there is something very dangerous and sexy about the teacher-pupil dynamic, especially where guns are involved…Reacher is always up for a good fight…But it's Reacher the Teacher who wows here…
Publishers Weekly
08/18/2014
A sniper threatens the forthcoming G8 conference, to be held at a stately manor outside London, in Thriller Award–finalist Childs's clever, deceptively straightforward 19th Jack Reacher novel (after 2013's Never Go Back). Protected by a glass shield, the French president escapes unharmed when someone fires a shot at him while he's delivering an outdoor address in Paris. One of only four people in the world could have fired the 50-calibre bullet with such accuracy from a distance of 1,400 yards. One is John Kott, a former Special Forces soldier, who was recently released from prison, where Reacher helped put him 15 years earlier for killing an Army sergeant in a fight. Gen. Tom O'Day, of whom Reacher is wary, manages to recruit the peripatetic former M.P. to look into the matter. Reacher first visits Kott's empty house in rural Arkansas before traveling to Paris and finally to London, where he tangles with gangsters en route to trying to stop the sniper from striking again. Reacher's keen analytic mind in action will entertain readers as much as the assorted physical means he uses to take down the bad guys. Agent: Darley Anderson, Darley Anderson Literary. (Sept.)
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“The best one yet.”—Stephen King
 
“Reacher is the stuff of myth, a great male fantasy. . . . One of this century’s most original, tantalizing pop-fiction heroes . . . [Lee] Child does a masterly job of bringing his adventure to life with endless surprises and fierce suspense.”—The Washington Post
 
“Yet another satisfying page-turner.”—Entertainment Weekly
 
“Reacher is always up for a good fight, most entertainingly when he goes mano a mano with a seven-foot, 300-pound monster of a mobster named Little Joey. But it’s Reacher the Teacher who wows here.”—Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times
 
“Jack Reacher is today’s James Bond, a thriller hero we can’t get enough of. I read every one as soon as it appears.”—Ken Follett
 
“Reacher’s just one of fiction’s great mysterious strangers.”Maxim
 
“If you like fast-moving thrillers, you’ll want to take a look at this one.”—John Sandford
 
“Fans won’t be disappointed by this suspense-filled, riveting thriller.”Library Journal (starred review)
 
“Child is the alpha dog of thriller writers, each new book zooming to the top of best-seller lists with the velocity of a Reacher head butt.”Booklist
 
“Every Reacher novel delivers a jolt to the nervous system.”Kirkus Reviews
Library Journal
04/01/2014
Child follows up nine straight No. 1 New York Times best sellers with another thriller featuring everyone's favorite vigilante hero, Jack Reacher. No plot details yet, but after the way Never Go Back twisted around readers, who knows what direction this will take.
Kirkus Reviews
2014-07-15
Despite plenty of page-turning propulsion, this is one of the lesser novels in the series. Now that Jack Reacher has become a film franchise, it seems that he—or maybe his author (Never Go Back, 2013, etc.)—is spreading himself a little thin. The 19th novel featuring the former MP-turned-Zen do-gooder—dubbed "Sherlock Homeless" by one of his old Army officers—once again starts with him drifting with nothing more than the clothes on his back—no cellphone or bank account, no plans, no destination, no history that's apparent to anyone he encounters. Yet, through a stretch of plotting coincidence, he finds himself pulled into his military past and then thrust into an international conspiracy involving a sniper—or are there more than one?—and an assassination plot. He also inevitably finds himself paired with a possible romantic interest, the improbably named Casey Nice ("Nice by name, nice by nature"), about whom he muses, "Was there a finer place to be, than where those jeans were?" The plot quickly (in a Reacher novel, everything happens quickly) complicates itself like a chess match, as it turns out that only four snipers in the world have the capability of making the shot, each of a different nationality, each with his own country's authorities pursuing him. One of them is a man Reacher sent to prison 16 years earlier and who has, conveniently enough, just been released. After a close call in Paris, our hero and Ms. Nice travel to London, where a gathering of global leaders will provide a convenient target (whomever the target turns out to be). At one point, when his partner reminds Reacher that there's no death penalty in Britain, he replies, "There is now," with the sort of catchphrase bravado one might expect from Dirty Harry. Since Reacher has never been much of a team player or an organization man, the plot really shifts into high gear when he cuts himself loose and does what he does best. Every Reacher novel delivers a jolt to the nervous system, but this lacks some of the stylistic flair that truly distinguishes Child.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780804192910
  • Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 9/2/2014
  • Series: Jack Reacher Series , #19
  • Format: CD
  • Edition description: Abridged
  • Pages: 5
  • Sales rank: 100,349
  • Product dimensions: 5.10 (w) x 5.90 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Lee Child

Lee Child is the author of nineteen New York Times bestselling Jack Reacher thrillers, ten of which have reached the #1 position. All have been optioned for major motion pictures; the first, Jack Reacher, was based on One Shot. Foreign rights in the Reacher series have sold in almost a hundred territories. A native of England and a former television director, Lee Child lives in New York City.

Biography

Lee Child was born in 1954 in Coventry, England, but spent his formative years in the nearby city of Birmingham. By coincidence he won a scholarship to the same high school that JRR Tolkien had attended. He went to law school in Sheffield, England, and after part-time work in the theater he joined Granada Television in Manchester for what turned out to be an eighteen-year career as a presentation director during British TV's "golden age." During his tenure his company made Brideshead Revisited, The Jewel in the Crown, Prime Suspect, and Cracker. But he was fired in 1995 at the age of 40 as a result of corporate restructuring. Always a voracious reader, he decided to see an opportunity where others might have seen a crisis and bought six dollars' worth of paper and pencils and sat down to write a book, Killing Floor, the first in the Jack Reacher series.

Killing Floor was an immediate success and launched the series which has grown in sales and impact with every new installment.

Lee has three homes —an apartment in Manhattan, a country house in the south of France, and whatever airplane cabin he happens to be in while traveling between the two. In the US he drives a supercharged Jaguar, which was built in Jaguar's Browns Lane plant, thirty yards from the hospital in which he was born.

Lee spends his spare time reading, listening to music, and watching the Yankees, Aston Villa, or Marseilles soccer. He is married with a grown-up daughter. He is tall and slim, despite an appalling diet and a refusal to exercise.

Good To Know

Lee Child is the author of sixteen Jack Reacher thrillers, including the New York Times bestsellers Persuader, The Enemy, One Shot, The Hard Way, and #1 bestsellers Bad Luck and Trouble and Nothing to Lose. His debut, Killing Floor, won both the Anthony and the Barry awards for Best First Mystery, and The Enemy won both the Barry and Nero awards for Best Novel. Foreign rights in the Jack Reacher series have sold in forty territories. All titles have been optioned for major motion pictures.

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    1. Hometown:
      Birmingham, England
    1. Date of Birth:
      November 30, 1953
    2. Place of Birth:
      Coventry, England
    1. Education:
      Sheffield University
    2. Website:

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Chapter 1

Eight days ago my life was an up and down affair. Some of it good. Some of it not so good. Most of it uneventful. Long slow periods of nothing much, with occasional bursts of something. Like the army itself. Which is how they found me. You can leave the army, but the army doesn’t leave you. Not always. Not completely.

They started looking two days after some guy took a shot at the president of France. I saw it in the paper. A long—range attempt with a rifle. In Paris. Nothing to do with me. I was six thousand miles away, in California, with a girl I met on a bus. She wanted to be an actor. I didn’t. So after forty—eight hours in LA she went one way and I went the other. Back on the bus, first to San Francisco for a couple of days, and then to Portland, Oregon, for three more, and then onward to Seattle. Which took me close to Fort Lewis, where two women in uniform got out of the bus. They left an Army Times behind, one day old, right there on the seat across the aisle.

The Army Times is a strange old paper. It started up before World War Two and is still going strong, every week, full of yesterday’s news and sundry how—to articles, like the headline staring up at me right then: New Rules! Changes for Badges and Insignia! Plus Four More Uniform Changes On The Way! Legend has it the news is yesterday’s because it’s copied secondhand from old AP summaries, but if you read the words sideways you sometimes hear a real sardonic tone between the lines. The editorials are occasionally brave. The obituaries are occasionally interesting.

Which was my sole reason for picking up the paper. Sometimes people die and you’re happy about it. Or not. Either way you need to know. But I never found out. Because on the way to the obituaries I found the personal ads. Which as always were mostly veterans looking for other veterans. Dozens of ads, all the same.

Including one with my name in it.

Right there, center of the page, a boxed column inch, five words printed bold: Jack Reacher call Rick Shoemaker.

Which had to be Tom O’Day’s work. Which later on made me feel a little lame. Not that O’Day wasn’t a smart guy. He had to be. He had survived a long time. A very long time. He had been around forever. Twenty years ago he already looked a hundred. A tall, thin, gaunt, cadaverous man, who moved like he might collapse at any moment, like a broken stepladder. He was no one’s idea of an army general. More like a professor. Or an anthropologist. Certainly his thinking had been sound. Reacher stays under the radar, which means buses and trains and waiting rooms and diners, which, coincidentally or not, are the natural economic habitat for enlisted men and women, who buy the Army Times ahead of any other publication in the PX, and who can be relied upon to spread the paper around, like birds spread seeds from berries.

And he could rely on me to pick up the paper. Somewhere. Sooner or later. Eventually. Because I needed to know. You can leave the army, but the army doesn’t leave you. Not completely. As a means of communication, as a way of making contact, from what he knew, and from what he could guess, then maybe he would think ten or twelve consecutive weeks of personal ads might generate a small but realistic chance of success.

But it worked the first time out. One day after the paper was printed. Which is why I felt lame later on.

I was predictable.

Rick Shoemaker was Tom O’Day’s boy. Probably his second in command by now. Easy enough to ignore. But I owed Shoemaker a favor. Which O’Day knew about, obviously. Which was why he put Shoemaker’s name in his ad.

And which was why I would have to answer it.

Predictable.

Seattle was dry when I got out of the bus. And warm. And wired, in the sense that coffee was being consumed in prodigious quantities, which made it my kind of town, and in the sense that wifi hotspots and handheld devices were everywhere, which didn’t, and which made old—fashioned street—corner pay phones hard to find. But there was one down by the fish market, so I stood in the salt breeze and the smell of the sea, and I dialed a toll—free number at the Pentagon. Not a number you’ll find in the phone book. A number learned by heart long ago. A special line, for emergencies only. You don’t always have a quarter in your pocket.

The operator answered and I asked for Shoemaker and I got transferred, maybe elsewhere in the building, or the country, or the world, and after a bunch of clicks and hisses and some long minutes of dead air Shoemaker came on the line and said, “Yes?”

“This is Jack Reacher,” I said.

“Where are you?”

“Don’t you have all kinds of automatic machines to tell you that?”

“Yes,” he said. “You’re in Seattle, on a pay phone down by the fish market. But we prefer it when people volunteer the information themselves. We find that makes the subsequent conversation go better. Because they’re already cooperating. They’re invested.”

“In what?”

“In the conversation.”

“Are we having a conversation?”

“Not really. What do you see directly ahead?”

I looked.

“A street,” I said.

“Left?”

“Places to buy fish.”

“Right?”

“A coffee shop across the light.”

“Name?”

I told him.

He said, “Go in there and wait.”

“For what?”

“For about thirty minutes,” he said, and hung up.

No one really knows why coffee is such a big deal in Seattle. It’s a port, so maybe it made sense to roast it close to where it was landed, and then to sell it close to where it was roasted, which created a market, which brought other operators in, the same way the auto makers all ended up in Detroit. Or maybe the water is right. Or the elevation, or the temperature, or the humidity. But whatever, the result is a coffee shop on every block, and a four—figure annual tab for a serious enthusiast. The shop across the light from the pay phone was representative. It had maroon paint and exposed brick and scarred wood, and a chalkboard menu about ninety percent full of things that don’t really belong in coffee, like dairy products of various types and temperatures, and weird nut—based flavorings, and many other assorted pollutants. I got a plain house blend, black, no sugar, in the middle—sized go—cup, not the enormous grande bucket some folks like, and a slab of lemon pound cake to go with it, and I sat alone on a hard wooden chair at a table for two.

The cake lasted five minutes and the coffee another five, and eighteen minutes after that Shoemaker’s guy showed up. Which made him Navy, because twenty—eight minutes was pretty fast, and the Navy is right there in Seattle. And his car was dark blue. It was a low—spec domestic sedan, not very desirable, but polished to a high shine. The guy himself was nearer forty than twenty, and hard as a nail. He was in civilian clothes. A blue blazer over a blue polo shirt, and khaki chino pants. The blazer was worn thin and the shirt and the pants had been washed a thousand times. A Senior Chief Petty Officer, probably. Special Forces, almost certainly, a SEAL, no doubt part of some shadowy joint operation watched over by Tom O’Day.

He stepped into the coffee shop with a blank—eyed all—in—one scan of the room, like he had a fifth of a second to identify friend or foe before he started shooting. Obviously his briefing must have been basic and verbal, straight out of some old personnel file, but he had me at six—five two—fifty. Everyone else in the shop was Asian, mostly women and very petite. The guy walked straight toward me and said, “Major Reacher?”

I said, “Not anymore.”

He said, “Mr. Reacher, then?”

I said, “Yes.”

“Sir, General Shoemaker requests that you come with me.”

I said, “Where to?”

“Not far.”

“How many stars?”

“Sir, I don’t follow.”

“Does General Shoemaker have?”

“One, sir. Brigadier General Richard Shoemaker, sir.”

“When?”

“When what, sir?”

“Did he get his promotion?”

“Two years ago.”

“Do you find that as extraordinary as I do?”

The guy paused a beat and said, “Sir, I have no opinion.”

“And how is General O’Day?”

The guy paused another beat and said, “Sir, I know of no one named O’Day.”

The blue car was a Chevrolet Impala with police hubs and cloth seats. The polish was the freshest thing on it. The guy in the blazer drove me through the downtown streets and got on I-5 heading south. The same way the bus had come in. We drove back past Boeing Field once again, and past the Sea—Tac airport once again, and onward toward Tacoma. The guy in the blazer didn’t talk. Neither did I. We both sat there mute, as if we were in a no—talking competition and serious about winning. I watched out the window. All green, hills and sea and trees alike.

We passed Tacoma, and slowed ahead of where the women in uniform had gotten out of the bus, leaving their Army Times behind. We took the same exit. The signs showed nothing ahead except three very small towns and one very large military base. Chances were therefore good we were heading for Fort Lewis. But it turned out we weren’t. Or we were, technically, but we wouldn’t have been back in the day. We were heading for what used to be McChord Air Force Base, and was now the aluminum half of Joint Base Lewis—McChord. Reforms. Politicians will do anything to save a buck.

I was expecting a little back—and—forth at the gate, because the gate belonged jointly to the army and the Air Force, and the car and the driver were both Navy, and I was absolutely nobody. Only the Marine Corps and the United Nations were missing. But such was the power of O’Day we barely had to slow the car. We swept in, and hooked a left, and hooked a right, and were waved through a second gate, and then the car was right out there on the tarmac, dwarfed by huge C-17 transport planes, like a mouse in a forest. We drove under a giant gray wing and headed out over open blacktop straight for a small white airplane standing alone. A corporate thing. A business jet. A Lear, or a Gulfstream, or whatever rich people buy these days. The paint winked in the sun. There was no writing on it, apart from a tail number. No name, no logo. Just white paint. Its engines were turning slowly, and its stairs were down.

The guy in the blazer drove a well—judged part—circle and came to a stop with my door about a yard from the bottom of the airplane steps. Which I took as a hint. I climbed out and stood a moment in the sun. Spring had sprung and the weather was pleasant. Beside me the car drove away. A steward appeared above me, in the little oval mouth of the cabin. He was wearing a uniform. He said, “Sir, please step up.”

The stairs dipped a little under my weight. I ducked into the cabin. The steward backed off to my right, and on my left another guy in uniform squeezed out of the cockpit and said, “Welcome aboard, sir. You have an all–-Air Force crew today, and we’ll get you there in no time at all.”

I said, “Get me where?”

“To your destination.” The guy crammed himself back in his seat next to his copilot and they both got busy checking dials. I followed the steward and found a cabin full of butterscotch leather and walnut veneer. I was the only passenger. I picked an armchair at random. The steward hauled the steps up and sealed the door and sat down on a jump seat behind the pilots’ shoulders. Thirty seconds later we were in the air, climbing hard.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2014

    Not great

    Not one of the best Reacher books. The danger posed by a sniper at large is not convincing. We love Reacher for his physical and mental strength (his uncanny calculations and deductions) and Childs for his quirky descriptions and spare writing. This one falls short.

    20 out of 23 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2014

    Come on Lee, is this the best you can do?  Is Reacher getting ol

    Come on Lee, is this the best you can do?  Is Reacher getting old?   I was so tired of the chit chat  in this book and very little action. This is one Jack Reacher book I had to force myself to finish.

    14 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 5, 2014

    I love the Reacher books but I have to admit this was one of the

    I love the Reacher books but I have to admit this was one of the worse I've read. Very light on action. The first 40% of the book is just a bunch of talk. There is a pretty good fight scene towards the end but not great. The end of the book was also anti climatic. Not a bad read just not as good as I've come to expect from Lee Child.

    14 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 10, 2014

    I really have to wonder if Lee Child actually wrote all of this

    I really have to wonder if Lee Child actually wrote all of this novel. I have read all of the books in the Jack Reacher series and this one was a huge disappointment with very little of the substance of the other novels.

    9 out of 12 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2014

    Disappointing

    Predictable! Bloated! Unsatisfying! Mr Child phoned this one in.

    9 out of 13 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 2, 2014

    One of the best Reachers in a while, and that's saying a lot.  L

    One of the best Reachers in a while, and that's saying a lot.  Lots of action
    and twists and lots and lots of Reacher.  What is not to love?

    9 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 13, 2014

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    The final characteristic of the genre is the fact that these sto

    The final characteristic of the genre is the fact that these stories are fast reads and very few of these muscular works of serialized fiction depend heavily on continuity from the others, so feel free to jump in anywhere. If you've never read a Jack Reacher novel, this is really as good a place to start as any. Your teenage son hates to read? Stop forcing that wimpy Harry Potter on him. Give him a Lee Child, Vince Flynn or Clive Cussler book. Let him kick around with The Destroyer and The Executioner. They are, like all good men's adventure fiction, nothing but adrenalin pumping fun. The hero uses his wits and his fists to deliver justice to the most foul villains imaginable (bonus points if their destruction is by their own cruel devices). Often the fate of the world is at stake. This formula can be tweaked a little but cannot in any way be fundamentally changed. Lee Child's Jack Reacher is the MAF hero for the new century. He is an untethered and unplugged problem solver. He is who every male with an abundance of testosterone wants to be. Reacher fits the archetype perfectly and "Personal" is classic Jack Reacher. I've read many of Child's Reacher novels and love them with the same passion I have for the works of writers like Donald Westlake/Richard Stark and John MacDonald. No doubt this book will please many of Child's readers who are looking for an escapist read. No doubt many readers will be pleased to know that at the end of the book Reacher is waiting for a bus to resume his nomadic existence. No doubt I will promise myself that I won't read the next in the Reacher series, but no doubt I will also break my promise to see what Child does next to keep the series alive.    

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

    They promoted this Reacher so much that I was suspicious, but no

    They promoted this Reacher so much that I was suspicious, but not to worry-- great!

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2014

    Lee strikes out

    Not up to past standards. Plot is beyond reality and actually insulting. Not worth the time or money!

    7 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 2, 2014

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    Another wonderful, exciting, suspenseful Jack Reacher novel. Lea

    Another wonderful, exciting, suspenseful Jack Reacher novel. Leave yourself enough time to read this gem, because you will not be able to stop once you start.

    7 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 7, 2014

    Not up to what was expected

    Almost no action way to much talk sure hope the next one is better or this will be mp last

    6 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 22, 2014

    Missing and not in action

    Jack Reacher didn't even show up in this book. It is a betrayal to Jack Reacher fans.

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 15, 2014

    Hugely disappointing. So dull!!! What happened to the Jack we kn

    Hugely disappointing. So dull!!! What happened to the Jack we know? 

    5 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2014

    As a great lover of the character and author, I was quite disapp

    As a great lover of the character and author, I was quite disappointed in this read. There was far less action than normal and the plot was sluggish and hazy, nothing much happens with the characters, and the story just sort of drones on. Things get a little better as you approach the last 75 pages, but by then, you're sort of wondering what you might have missed in the earlier pages... "is that all there is?"

    I know Mr. Child must have some better ones in him based on earlier performances - Reacher deserves better!

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2014

    Pure Disappointment

    Beginning with The Killing Floor I have read and eagerly anticipated every Jack Reacher novel and this is the first one that totally fell short of interesting, compelling or worth reading. The amount of the really interesting parts could have compressed into about ten pages without the lengthy and boring descriptions of the make, model and color of the cars, the size of rooms and kind of wallpaper, etc etc left me wondering why I bothered with this one! So did Lee Child really write this one or was it delegated to an assistant to write for him ?

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2014

    Disappointing to say the least. Too much travelogue stuff outsi

    Disappointing to say the least. Too much travelogue stuff outside the USA...certainly do miss the importance of small community characters and operation. Bottom line for me...learned too much about Lee Child, and saw too little of the Jack Reacher I have come to know without so much exposition.

    4 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 5, 2014

    Jack Reacher at his best!

    Read this book in one day, couln't put it down! Anyone who is a fan of the series will not be disappointed.

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 16, 2014

    A waste of time. I have read all of the books in the Jack Reach

    A waste of time. I have read all of the books in the Jack Reacher series. PERSONAL was by far the worst piece of writing Child has submitted for this series. Stupid plot, no excitement, not one scene gives the book any depth. Save your money on this one, it is boring and not worth reading. If Lee Child cannot do better than this, then it is time to retire this series, unfortunately.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2014

    Not his best.

    The most disapppointing Reacher I've read, and I've read them all. An awful lot of extraneous, useless filler in there.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 8, 2014

    Whole lotta talk....boring!

    Not up to Lee Child standards. VERY disappointing. Some authors' get popular and think they don't have to make an effort. I really hope I'm wrong....we'll see.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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