Something Missing

Something Missing

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by Matthew Dicks
     
 

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A career criminal with OCD tendencies and a savant-like genius for bringing order to his crime scenes, Martin considers himself one of the best in the biz. After all, he’s been able to steal from the same people for years on end—virtually undetected. Of course, this could also be attributed to his unique business model—he takes only items that

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A career criminal with OCD tendencies and a savant-like genius for bringing order to his crime scenes, Martin considers himself one of the best in the biz. After all, he’s been able to steal from the same people for years on end—virtually undetected. Of course, this could also be attributed to his unique business model—he takes only items that will go unnoticed by the homeowner. After all, who in their right mind would miss a roll of toilet paper here, a half-used bottle of maple syrup there, or even a rarely used piece of china buried deep within a dusty cabinet?
 
Even though he's never met these homeowners, he's spent hours in their houses, looking through their photo albums and reading their journals. In essence, Martin has developed a friendship of sorts with them and as such, he decides to interfere more in their lives—playing the part of a rather odd guardian angel—even though it means breaking many of his twitchy neurotic rules.
 
Along the way Martin not only improves the lives of others, but he also discovers love and finds that his own life is much better lived on the edge (at least some of the time) in this hilarious, suspenseful and often profound novel about a man used to planning every second of his life, suddenly forced to confront chaos and spontaneity.    

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"Who wants to catch a thief when he's as endearing as Martin Railsback, the oddball hero of Matthew Dicks's first novel, SOMETHING MISSING? Martin is, after all, prone to rob people of items they'll never miss (a bar of soap, a few sticks of butter, the odd diamond) as a way of getting to know them. Despite his obsessive-compulsive work ethic, Martin manages to get himself in trouble over a toothbrush—but not before we've decided to let him in next time he calls"—New York Times Book Review

"Mark Haddon’s The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (2003)is about a young, autistic amateur sleuth. Monk is a popular television series about a detective with an obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD). This debut novel introduces us to a character who appears to have elements of autism and OCD, but here’s the twist: he’s a professional criminal. Martin Railsback is a housebreaker with a short list of “clients” from whom he’s been “acquiring” things for years. He makes regular visits to their homes, cataloging their possessions, tracking their purchases, learning their lives. Most of his thefts are small–food from the pantry, toiletries, books of stamps. Only occasionally, and only after a great deal of precise preparation, will he help himself to an object of actual monetary value. And here’s another interesting thing about Martin: when one of his clients gets into a sticky situation, Martin will risk his own safety to help them out of their jam, even if being a hero means he may have to come into actual, physical contact with a client. This is a splendid novel, written with loving attention to character and detail; Martin is so vividly realized that he threatens to step off the page and into the reader’s own living room. A loopier Bernie Rhodenbarr? A less lethal Dexter? Martin falls somewhere in between, but with a little word of mouth and some shrewd promotion, he could be the next big thing." — Booklist, starred review

"Sometimes we're skeptical about debut novels: Can this guy pull it off on his first try? The answer for Matthew Dicks' Something Missing is an unqualified 'YES!' Dicks has dreamed up an unusual premise and twisted it so that the reader is rootting for 'the bad guy.'...Read Something Missing this summer and join the fun as Martin's life and crimes become more than he ever imagine."—The Free Lance-Star

"[T]he obsessive-compulsive Martin Railsback is a strange but lovable anti-hero."--Boston Globe

"Dicks combines the neurotic atmosphere of a Woody Allen film wiht the light touch of Lawrence Block's Bernie Rhodenbarr novels (The Burglar Who Thought He Was Bogart, 1995, etc) in a unique debut. The fantastically bizarre leading man, obsessive-compulsive Marin Railsback, specializes in stealing things that no one notices have gone missing. Early on, Martin's vengeful, meticulous replacement of his abusive stepfather's prized baseball card led him to his rule-driven life of crim. 'If the missing item will be noticed, don't acquire it,' is his first imperative, while his second requires a rigid awareness of his victims sense of perception: 'When items go missing in a house, the suspicion of theft occurs only if the possibility of a thief exists.' Martin supplements his part-time job as a barista by stealing toilet paper, groceries and other necessities from wealthy suburban 'clients,' as well as auctioning off their detritus on eBay. Dicks expertly crafts the setup, showing us Martin's deep-seated need for stability and routine, then turning his world on its head when the compulsive thief accidentally knocks a client's toothbrush into the toilet. This necessitates a nerve-racking, breathless mission to replace it—while its owner is home, no less. Turning a philosophical corner, Martin embarks on an altruistic mission, trying to make his clients' lives a little better without their knowledge and risking his own tenuous subsistence in the bargain. A very funny adventure about the mechanics of burglary and the fragility of an orderly life."—Kirkus Reviews

“A quirky and endearing first novel that makes you wonder if that misplaced stick of butter or can of soup means there’s a burglar prowling your pantry. If that thief is Martin Railsback, you might be glad. He’s the kind of burglar you could conceivably want in your house.” —M. Ann Jacoby, author of Life After Genius

“A funny, suspenseful and thoroughly original debut that will keep you up to the wee hours flipping pages.” —David Rosen, author of I Just Want My Pants Back

Marilyn Stasio
Who wants to catch a thief when he's as endearing as Martin Railsback, the oddball hero of Matthew Dicks's first novel, Something Missing?
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly

An expert thief unexpectedly finds himself aiding his victims in Dicks's charming if rambling debut. During his hours off, barista Martin Railsback burgles the houses of folks he calls his "clients," taking only what they won't notice is missing: for instance, "three boxes of long grain rice... two rolls of toilet paper (in Martin's estimation, the Gallos had excellent taste in toilet paper), three cups of olive oil" and, on occasion, something really valuable. The system works beautifully until the day Martin drops a client's toothbrush into the toilet and feels compelled to replace it. This act of simple decency sets him on an entirely different course, and pretty soon he's breaking into houses to improve the lives of their occupants. Martin's own life starts looking up, too, with the possibility of romance and a new avocation, but the specter of real peril looms. Dicks struggles with digression and repetition-Martin's obsessive allegiance to the rules of his pastime becomes exasperating-but he's created a winning hero in Martin, a crook with a heart of gold. (July)

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Kirkus Reviews
Dicks combines the neurotic atmosphere of a Woody Allen film with the light touch of Lawrence Block's Bernie Rhodenbarr novels (The Burglar Who Thought He Was Bogart, 1995, etc.) in a unique debut. The fantastically bizarre leading man, obsessive-compulsive Martin Railsback, specializes in stealing things that no one notices have gone missing. Early on, Martin's vengeful, meticulous replacement of his abusive stepfather's prized baseball card led him to his rule-driven life of crime. "If the missing item will be noticed, don't acquire it," is his first imperative, while his second requires a rigid awareness of his victims' sense of perception: "When items go missing in a house, the suspicion of theft occurs only if the possibility of a thief exists." Martin supplements his part-time job as a barista by stealing toilet paper, groceries and other necessities from wealthy suburban "clients," as well as auctioning off their detritus on eBay. Dicks expertly crafts the setup, showing us Martin's deep-seated need for stability and routine, then turning his world on its head when the compulsive thief accidentally knocks a client's toothbrush into the toilet. This necessitates a nerve-racking, breathless mission to replace it-while its owner is home, no less. Turning a philosophical corner, Martin embarks on an altruistic mission, trying to make his clients' lives a little better without their knowledge and risking his own tenuous subsistence in the bargain. A very funny adventure about the mechanics of burglary and the fragility of an orderly life. Agent: Taryn Fagerness/Sandra Dijkstra Literary Agency

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780767930888
Publisher:
Crown/Archetype
Publication date:
07/14/2009
Edition description:
Original
Pages:
306
Sales rank:
289,744
Product dimensions:
5.52(w) x 8.24(h) x 0.82(d)

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1
Martin opened the refrigerator and saw precisely what he had expected. The Pearls were nothing if not consistent. A gallon of milk, long since expired, cold cuts, opened jars of jam, tomato sauce, a carton of eggs, and, in the door, what Martin had predicted: salad dressing. More salad dressing than anyone would ever need. Newman's ranch, blue cheese, Thousand Island, French, Italian, two brands of balsamic vinaigrette, and Martin's favorite, parmesan peppercorn.

In the nine years that the Pearls had been Martin's clients, he had yet to see a head of lettuce or a fresh tomato in their refrigerator, yet there was always an excellent supply of salad dressing. And unlike most of his clients, the Pearls' salad dressings rarely reached their expiration dates, so someone in this house was using the dressing, but to what the dressing was being applied remained a mystery.

Martin took the bottle of parmesan peppercorn and examined it in his gloved hand. Satisfied with its expiration date, he placed it in the burlap sack and scanned the rest of the refrigerator. The sack, which hung off his left shoulder by a length of rope, was more for appearance's sake than anything else, a means of projecting an image of which he was quite proud. In Martin's estimation, he was at the top of his game, a master of his craft. Though any bag or sack would do, and some might serve him better, he had become attached to his burlap, and so on his shoulder it remained.

Martin then checked the butter drawer and found four and a half sticks. Selecting two and placing them in his sack, he closed the refrigerator door and headed for the pantry, reexamining the list that he had tucked carefully into his coat pocket. The list was written in French, so that in the event he was one day caught, it would be indecipherable by most police officers. Realistically, Martin knew that it wouldn't take long for any self-respecting detective to have the list translated, but the cautious nature of the list enhanced the image that Martin attempted to project.

beurre [butter]
sauce salade [salad dressing]
detergent Æ lessive [laundry detergent]
conserve [canned vegetables]
savon [soap]
diamant [diamond]

Martin found the Pearls' pantry well stocked with vegetables and selected two cans of peas, a can of corn, and two large cans of whole, peeled potatoes. Had the supply of vegetables been low, he would have bypassed this item on his list, adhering strictly to Rule #1:
If the missing item will be noticed, don't acquire it.

Certain items could be taken from a home without anyone ever noticing, particularly if one is familiar enough with the homeowner's inventory to determine how long an item has been in stock. A bottle of Liquid Plumber, for example, should never be taken during its first month on the shelf, because the homeowner has likely purchased it for a specific reason. A kitchen sink is slow to drain. The bathtub is filling with water during a shower. In these instances, a missing bottle of Liquid Plumber, which isn't cheap, might be noticed. But after thirty days, it's safe to assume that the homeowner has solved whatever plumbing problem from which he or she might have been suffering, and then the bottle can easily vanish without a trace. Sure, the client might one day think, "I thought I had bought an extra bottle when it was on sale," or "I didn't think I had used it all up," but as long as Martin followed Rule #2, these thoughts would be quickly dismissed.

Always married, without children, maids, or dogs.

Rule #2 was based upon a theory that Martin had proven long ago, and one that he considered to be the keystone of his success: When items go missing in a house, the suspicion of theft occurs only if the possibility of a thief exists.

The secret behind Martin's success was that the possibility of a thief operating in his clients' homes never entered their minds. And as long as the notion of theft didn't occur to a client, he would never be caught. This was achieved by choosing all clients with great care.

Single people, particularly those living alone, made for poor clients. They were simply too incalculable. When a person lives alone, he or she can monitor household inventory rather closely, and often does. Take Martin, for example. He knew that there were two tubes of Crest whitening toothpaste in the small drawer underneath his medicine cabinet. He knew this with certainty because he was the only one doing the shopping for his household, and he alone used the products that he purchased. If a tube suddenly went missing, there was no one in the household to blame for the disappearance but himself, and therefore, someone outside the home must have taken it. If these disappearances happened often enough, the possibility and probability of a thief would eventually enter Martin's mind. And because he lived alone, the identity of the thief would prove to be quite a mystery. Mysteries promote investigation. Investigations inevitably lead to evidence. Singletons were simply too much of a risk to take on as clients.

The couple must always be married as well. Roommates made the worst potential clients, simply because household expenses are often split between roommates using odd and indiscernible formulas that inevitably lead to strife. Roommates, in Martin's estimation, seem to always be fighting over whose bologna is sitting in the meat drawer, who used whose shampoo, and who made the thirty-nine-minute call to Denver on Wednesday afternoon during peak hours. Roommates, no matter how friendly they may be, always live with a certain level of mistrust for one another, and therefore when something goes missing, it is usually assumed that the roommate took it. The possibility of theft easily and immediately comes to mind with the presence of a roommate, and thus it becomes an option to consider.

No maid or children either, because these two types are frequently blamed for theft, no matter how insignificant the loss. Sticky-fingered maids and dishonest children are so common that they have almost become cliché.

And no dogs, because dogs bark at strangers and bite.
Martin did not like being bit.

One might think that the presence of children and maids and even roommates would be good for a man in Martin's line of work, by deflecting blame from himself and placing it upon more likely suspects, but this is where Martin separated himself from the amateurs. Though it might seem initially beneficial to have a theft blamed on a maid or a roommate, their mere presence establishes the likelihood of a theft. Their existence allows for the possibility of theft to enter the client's mind, and once these maids and roommates are cleared of all charges, the suspicion of theft lingers. An investigation begins. Investigations lead to evidence, and evidence leads to discovery. No, the key to Martin's success lay in the fact that his clients never really noticed that anything was missing, and when they did notice that an item was gone, they simply assumed that they had misplaced the item, lost it, or that the item had been moved or used by their spouse.

Of course, there was the occasional married couple who lived more like roommates than husband and wife, maintaining their own checking accounts, splitting expenses, and living separate financial lives, but Martin's careful screening process also eliminated these couples as potential clients. Besides, Martin found this arrangement to be ridiculous and destabilizing to the marriage, and he preferred to work with clients whose marriages were on a sound footing.

Exiting the pantry, making sure that the door was relatched, Martin passed through the kitchen and into the adjacent living room, stopping for a moment to inventory the items in the room in the event that the Pearls had added or deleted something since his last visit. A sectional sofa, brown leather and well worn, occupied the center of the room, facing a large, flat-?screen television and an enormous fieldstone fireplace topped with a teakwood mantel, none of which showed any evidence of recent use. In fact, Martin noted that the same four logs were stacked upon the hearth exactly as they had been when Martin first entered this house more than nine years ago.

A Steinway in the northeast corner of the room (Martin took great pride in being able to identify the compass points in every one of his clients' homes) displayed a number of photographs of Sophie and Sherman Pearl at various locations around the world. A tropical beach at sunset, Cinderella's castle in Disney World, the front lawn of the Taj Majal, and atop the Great Wall of China were just a few of the couple's destinations. In each picture, Sherman, a thin, middle-?aged man with horn-rimmed glasses and an incongruous shock of curly red hair was always standing to Sophie's left, right hand around her trim waist, their smiles almost always identical. Martin doubted that the couple, who had been married for a dozen years, were aware of the photographic pattern into which they had fallen, but concluded from it that this was a couple who enjoyed the safety and stability of their marriage.

Based upon their frequent travel, Martin assumed that the Pearls had postponed children in favor of long hours at the office and exciting trips around the world. Sherman was a dentist who operated his own practice over the mountain in Avon, and Sophie owned an upscale and highly successful salon in Hartford, starting out years ago in a strip mall adjacent to a Stop & Shop but recently relocating into the center of town, doubling her business almost overnight. She looked the part of a successful salon owner. Her nails were always perfectly manicured, her dark hair was short and stylish with a streak of blond running through her bangs, and she looked about ten years younger than her actual age. Both she and her husband worked long hours, earned plenty of money, and enjoyed spending it on themselves.

The Pearls' lifestyle fit perfectly into Martin's third rule of selecting clients:
Never too rich, never too poor, and never, ever through inheritance.

Clients who inherited their wealth were out of the question. Martin believed that when individuals become wealthy by means of a parent or grandparent's prior labor, they often become overly involved with the distribution of this wealth. Sure, they may give a great deal to charity, but they are also able to account for every nickel that leaves their possession, because either they seek to honor their benefactor by using the money wisely or this is the first time the inheritor has had any money and is therefore more aware of its value.

Neither of these client types appealed to Martin very much.

He believed that taking on poor clients was an equally bad idea, as they tended to be keenly aware of everything they owned, since they owned so little.

Martin also believed that wealthy couples made the worst clients, and this is where amateurs often went wrong. He believed with absolute certainty that the wealthier an individual, the more he or she cared about the things that he or she owned. The wealthy had time to enjoy their belongings, to keep track of each item, and since the wealthy often didn't work for a living, they found gratification and self-esteem through the things they owned rather than the things that they did. These people noticed when something went missing, however mundane the item might have been. This, plus their propensity for security systems, maids, and inconsistent schedules, made the wealthy the worst choice of client.

Upper-middle-class couples, comprised of hardworking and successful individuals, were Martin's bread-and-butter clients. The ideal client was a two-?income couple who earned enough money to own nice things but simply did not have the time to enjoy them. The Pearls were a perfect example. Sherman and Sophie were able to afford a beautiful home with a fieldstone fireplace, but they never had the time to actually use it. They purchased the Steinway about six years ago but had yet to purchase a music book or take a piano lesson. The Pearls were making excellent money, more than a quarter of a million dollars a year between them, but they were simply too busy with work and travel to monitor or enjoy their things, and this made them one of Martin's most reliable couples.
Of course, Martin knew all this and much more because he had screened the Pearls for more than five months prior to signing them on as clients, and he continued to remain as informed as possible about their lives.

Martin did not believe in skimping on research.

Staying as close as possible to the west wall so as to avoid the picture window that faced the street, Martin made his way through the living room to the stairway leading to the second floor. Before ascending, he popped his head into the dining room to his right, doubting that the Pearls had changed this sparsely furnished room in any way (since it appeared that the room went virtually unused), but wanting to be sure nevertheless. An unused dining room was another sign of a couple who had no time to spend enjoying their home. Dinners were often eaten in the kitchen, in a restaurant, or in the car. The dining room, with its black-lacquered, handcrafted Italian table, was as unused as the Pearls' fieldstone fireplace and dusty Steinway.

Satisfied that the dining room was as sterile as ever, Martin climbed the stairs slowly and methodically, authenticating his purchase on each step before ascending.

Years ago, Jim, Martin's only real friend, had been reading from a book of lateral-thinking puzzles over pizza and beer when he offered this puzzle to his friend:

A man calls 911 from a home, saying that he is injured and needs help. The police and ambulance arrive, and he is taken to the hospital, where the man is later arrested. What is the man arrested for?

After more than fifteen minutes of yes-or-no questions, Martin finally solved the puzzle. The man who called 911 had been a burglar who had broken his leg coming down a set of stairs in a house that he was robbing. Trapped in the home, with no hope of escape and in great pain, the burglar was forced to call for help and was later arrested after receiving treatment at the hospital. The author of the lateral-thinking book also noted that this puzzle was based upon a true story.
As the solution to the puzzle had dawned on Martin, his heart quickened and his face flushed. Was his friend of almost thirty years aware of Martin's true career? Was he using this puzzle as a means of broaching the subject, or had this simply been a coincidence?

Martin and Jim had met over a game of Chutes and Ladders a couple weeks into their kindergarten year, when it had become clear to both of them, even at their young age, that no one else was interested in playing with them. Alone in a new world of shiny linoleum, tiny chairs and desks, and inflatable letter people, the two were forced into a friendship that had lasted for almost their entire lives. Though Jim had escaped the isolation of kindergarten and gone on to a more normal life of marriage and children, he had always made room in his life for his friendship with Martin. And for Martin, Jim was one of the only people in the world, perhaps the only person in the world, with whom he was at ease. Therefore, as he solved Jim's puzzle, he worried that he had slipped in some way. It's difficult to bluff someone who has known you longer than you've been able to read. If anyone could uncover his secret, Martin reasoned, it would be Jim.

Meet the Author

MATTHEW DICKS lives in Newington, Connecticut. This is his first novel.

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Something Missing 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 25 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Out of the ordinary funny mystery.
LayneMK 8 months ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. I've read thousands of books over the years, but never one quite like this. The story is unique and entertaining. The main character's personality, quirkiness and habits are revealed as the story progresses. I suspect most readers can't help but be in awe of how the author came up with such an interesting tale.
PatAK 8 months ago
I loved this book's original and unusual story...also good character development.
Anonymous 10 months ago
A delightful story's?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed the quirkiness of the main character.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book by far in years.
bookwormbethie More than 1 year ago
This was a great book, quite a page-turner. I was surprised at how much I liked it, despite the main character being a "thief."
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Kataman1 More than 1 year ago
This book is the second one that I have read from Matthew Dicks and he once again proves he has a talent for creating unique and impelling characters. Martin is a burglar but not the usual kind. He locates "clients" who he can mostly steal small items that the homeowners will never notice missing. He has very strict criteria for determining his "clients" and each excursion to their home his carefully planned to the minutest of details. Martin takes anything that won't be missed, even food from the refrigerator, laundry detergent, and other mundane products. He would never take anything he perceives as important to the "clients." Martin gets to know just about everything about his "clients" and cares very much when something happens to get them into trouble. Like the husband who has not paid attention to his wife, and with a little secret prodding from Martin, could make their relationship blossom anew. Martin has been doing this for several years and he will "drop" his "clients' when they no longer meet his strict criteria. Eventually, some of his "clients" needs become a little more high stakes and Martin has to make decisions as to whether he will break some of his own rules. The author is amazing, coming up with another character (as in Unexpectedly Milo) that has so many quirks but is intriguing at the same time. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and look forward to more books from the amazing talent of Mr. Dicks.
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mandersj More than 1 year ago
Martin Railsback is a thirty-something part-time Starbucks barista, full-time house burglar, and somewhat of a loser with a certain amount of obsessive compulsive disorder who hasn't had a girlfriend since high school in "Something Missing." When Martin was in college and could barely afford to live, he decided to ask his mother for a little bit of help. His mother and stepfather weren't home, so Martin helped himself to some dinner and drain cleaner from their house, but as he was leaving he heard their car pull in the driveway. Martin's stepfather immediately began chastising him for "stealing" their drain cleaner and told Martin he would never amount to anything and Martin would never pull anything over on him again. That tirade stuck in Martin's head, and Martin's new career began when he snuck back in to his mom's house and traded out his stepfather's prized autographed baseball card with a phony one Martin made. He also picked up a few grocery items he knew his mom wouldn't miss on his way out. Thus began the way Martin would live his life for the next 20 years. Martin has a long list of "clients" whom he visits weekly to pick up items he decides they will never notice are missing. Martin chooses his clients by making sure they are middle-class hard-working couples with no children or dogs. He then makes sure he gets copies of they key to their house, takes photographs of each room to inventory their things he might want to take, makes obsessively detailed lists of items he does take, and has a very strict routine he follows to ensure his clients never find out he exists. Until one day, Martin gets trapped in a home when some clients come home unexpectedly, and gets caught up in a small family drama. He decides he needs to intervene to save his clients' marriage, and from then on, he has a different outlook towards his customers. He begins to think of himself as their guardian angel, and finds more ways to help out his clients, while helping himself to their grocery items and bigger ticket items he then sells on e-bay. The first half of this book drags on and on about Martin's routine, showing us how he gets into homes and exactly why he does what he does. It finally picks up in the second half, giving Martin more of a personality, giving us a reason to care about him, finally. A pretty good overall debut novel, this is set up to possibly bring Martin back as a more likeable, law-abiding citizen in a future story.
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ReneIF More than 1 year ago
Where oh where did the author come up with his main character and subject of this mystery? It's so totally different and fun to read. I was on pins and needles for what was to come next. The main character, though totally frustrating, was absolutely endearing. We're reading this one for our book club and will be meeting with the author. I can't wait for the discussion. His characters are well developed. The plot was completely off beat - a little like Monk, but living on the other side of the law. There was no uncomfortable language or plot situations. The reader can't help but fall in love with his characters. This is a great read for any age group.
Caroline_Reads More than 1 year ago
This is the kind of book that's perfect to read on a plane -- a quick read that's light and lots of fun. And it was unique, which made up for the subplot that dragged too much for my liking. Martin is a likable thief because he is, in so many ways, pathetic and charming at the same time. I got worried when it looked the story would veer off into a soupy romantic comedy, but thankfully that didn't happen. There are lots of nit-picky details in this book, which could have been bumps for me, but they were there to further highlight Martin's OCD, and most times I didn't mind the areas that were too heavily descriptive. The author has a nice writing style and a good sense of humor, which I appreciated. I thought parts of the story were contrived at times, but all in all I enjoyed it. It was worth the money to buy and worth the time to read. It was an entertaining and original book.
RachelL More than 1 year ago
This was a great book. The main character is one-of-a-kind and you really feel for him despite his, let's say, profession. The story is original and the writing fast-paced. This was a great read that I'll definitely be lending out to my friends.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Overall the book was above average, Martin is very quirky and it drives the story along. The book could have been longer, a little more exciting but it was well worth the read, and it leaves you thinking, what if?
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Anonymous 11 months ago
Don't lower a good book's overall rating just because you'ee too stupid to remember a book title.
Brewer More than 1 year ago
Whether you like this book or not will depend on how you came about to read it. My genre is mystery, thriller, suspense. I found this book on the Edgar Nominee qualification list for best 2010 first novel. It does not belong on that list as there is no mystery, no thrills and no real suspense. Some anal retentive guy makes his living burlarizing suburban houses over and over again, taking things the owners will not miss, including all the grocery store food and necessaries for his own pitiful, non-fulfilling existence. Every so often he will steal something of real value like jewelry or silver when he is convinced that the owner has forgotten about the item. He then sells it on ebay under a fictional character of his own creation for which he is so proud. If you think risking getting caught stealing toilet paper from a neighbor makes for suspense, then this book is for you. Is Martin "quirky" as promoted...yes...is he likeable or identifiable...absolutely not. Those who enjoy brainless, light, quick reading might give this one a thumbs up, but if Dennis Lehane, Stephen Hunter and/or Michael Connelly are more to your liking than I guarantee you will be bored reading this book that will make your all time worst list.
Anonymous 11 months ago
Dave pelzer To close to me. Also wrote A child called it.
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