Stormbreaker (Alex Rider Series #1)by Anthony Horowitz
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Ten years ago, Anthony Horowitz introduced the world to Alex Rider . . . and now his debut mission is back in a special fully loaded anniversary edition! Packed with bonus material - including a brand new Alex Rider short story, a letter from Anthony Horowitz, and much more!
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5: Double O Nothing
For the hundredth time, Alex cursed Alan Blunt, using language he hadn’t even realized he knew. It was almost five o’clock in the evening, although it could have been five o’clock in the morning; the sky had barely changed at all throughout the day. It was gray, cold, unforgiving. The rain was still falling, a thin drizzle that traveled horizontally in the wind, soaking through his supposedly waterproof clothing, mixing with his sweat and his dirt, chilling him to the bone.He unfolded his map and checked his position once again. He had to be close to the last RV of the day—the last rendezvous point—but he could see nothing. He was standing on a narrow track made up of loose gray pebbles that crunched under his combat boots when he walked. The track snaked around the side of a mountain with a sheer drop to the right. He was somewhere in the Brecon Beacons and there should have been a view, but it had been wiped out by the rain and the fading light. A few trees twisted out of the side of the hill with leaves as hard as thorns. Behind him, below him, ahead of him, it was all the same. Nowhere Land.
Alex hurt. The 22-pound bergen backpack that he had been forced to wear cut into his shoulders and had rubbed blisters into his back. His right knee, where he had fallen earlier in the day, was no longer bleeding but still stung. His shoulder was bruised and there was a gash along the side of his neck. His camouflage outfit—he had swapped his Gap combat trousers for the real thing—fitted him badly, cutting in between his legs and under his arms but hanging loose everywhere else. He was close to exhaustion, he knew, almost too tired to know how much pain he was in. But for the glucose and caffeine tablets in his survival pack, he would have ground to a halt hours ago. He knew that if he didn’t find the RV soon, he would be physically unable to continue. Then he would be thrown off the course. "Binned" as they called it. They would like that. Swallowing down the taste of defeat, Alex folded the map and forced himself on.
It was his ninth—or maybe his tenth—day of training. Time had begun to dissolve into itself, as shapeless as the rain. After his lunch with Alan Blunt and Mrs. Jones, he had been moved out of the manor house and into a crude wooden hut a few miles away. There were nine huts in total, each equipped with four metal beds and four metal lockers. A fifth had been squeezed into one of them to accommodate Alex. Two more huts, painted a different color, stood side by side. One of these was a kitchen and mess hall. The other contained toilets, sinks, and showers—with not a single hot faucet in sight.On his first day there, Alex had been introduced to his training officer, an incredibly fit black sergeant. He was the sort of man who thought he’d seen everything. Until he saw Alex. And he had examined the new arrival for a long minute before he had spoken.
"It’s not my job to ask questions," he had said. "But if it was, I’d want to know what they’re thinking of, sending me children. Do you have any idea where you are, boy? This isn’t a holiday camp. This isn’t Disneyland." He cut the word into its three syllables and spat them out. "I have you for twelve days and they expect me to give you the sort of training that should take fourteen weeks. That’s not just mad. That’s suicidal."
"I didn’t ask to be here," Alex said.
Suddenly the sergeant was furious. "You don’t speak to me unless I give you permission," he shouted. "And when you speak to me, you address me as ‘sir.’ Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." Alex had already decided that the man was even worse than his geography teacher.
"There are five units operational here at the moment," the officer went on. "You’ll join K Unit. We don’t use names. I have no name. You have no name. If anyone asks you what you’re doing, you tell them nothing. Some of the men may be hard on you. Some of them may resent you being here. That’s too bad. You’ll just have to live with it. And there’s something else you need to know. I can make allowances for you. You’re a boy, not a man. But if you complain, you’ll be binned. If you cry, you’ll be binned. If you can’t keep up, you’ll be binned. Between you and me, boy, this is a mistake and I want to bin you."After that, Alex joined K Unit. As the sergeant had predicted, they weren’t exactly overjoyed to see him.
There were four of them. As Alex was soon to discover, the Special Operations Division of MI6 sent its agents to the same training center used by the Special Air Service—the SAS. Much of the training was based on SAS methods and this included the numbers and makeup of each team. So there were four men, each with their own special skills. And one boy, seemingly with none.
They were all in their mid-twenties, spread out over the bunks in companionable silence. Two of them were smoking. One was dismantling and reassembling his gun—a 9mm Browning High Power pistol. Each of them had been given a code name: Wolf, Fox, Eagle, and Snake. From now on, Alex would be known as Cub. The leader, Wolf, was the one with the gun. He was short and muscular with square shoulders and black, close-cropped hair. He had a handsome face, made slightly uneven by his nose, which had been broken at some time in the past.
He was the first to speak. Putting the gun down, he examined Alex with cold dark brown eyes. "So who the hell do you think you are?" he demanded.
"Cub," Alex replied.
"A bloody schoolboy!" Wolf spoke with a strange, slightly foreign accent.
"I don’t believe it. Are you with Special Operations?"
"I’m not allowed to tell you that." Alex went over to his bunk and sat down. The mattress felt as solid as the frame. Despite the cold, there was only one blanket.
Wolf shook his head and smiled humorlessly. "Look what they’ve sent us," he muttered. "Double O Seven? Double O Nothing’s more like it."
After that, the name stuck. Double O Nothing was what they called him.
In the days that followed, Alex shadowed the group, not quite part of it but never far away. Almost everything they did, he did. He learned map reading, radio communication, and first aid.
He took part in an unarmed combat class and was knocked to the ground so often that it took all his nerve to persuade himself to get up again.
And then there was the assault course. Five times he was shouted and bullied across the nightmare of nets and ladders, tunnels and ditches, towering walls and swinging tightropes that stretched out for almost a quarter of a mile in, and over, the woodland beside the huts. Alex thought of it as the adventure playground from hell. The first time he tried it, he fell off a rope and into a pit filled with freezing slime. Half drowned and filthy, he had been sent back to the start by the sergeant. Alex thought he would never get to the end, but the second time he finished it in twenty-five minutes, which he had cut to seventeen minutes by the end of the week. Bruised and exhausted though he was, he was quietly pleased with himself. Even Wolf only managed it in twelve.
Wolf remained actively hostile toward Alex. The other three men simply ignored him, but Wolf did everything to taunt or humiliate him. It was as if Alex had somehow insulted him by being placed in the group. Once, crawling under the nets, Wolf lashed out with his foot, missing Alex’s face by an inch.
Of course he would have said it was an accident if the boot had connected. Another time he was more successful, tripping Alex up in the mess hall and sending him flying, along with his tray, cutlery, and steaming plate of stew. And every time he spoke to Alex, he used the same sneering tone of voice.
"Good night, Double O Nothing. Don’t wet the bed."
Alex bit his lip and said nothing. But he was glad when the four men were sent off for a day’s jungle survival course—this wasn’t part of his own training. Even though the sergeant worked him twice as hard once they were gone, Alex preferred to be on his own.
But on the tenth day, Wolf did come close to finishing him altogether. It happened in the Killing House.
The Killing House was a fake—a mock-up of an embassy used to train the SAS in the art of hostage release. Alex had twice watched K Unit go into the house, the first time swinging down from the roof, and had followed their progress on closed-circuit TV. All four men were armed. Alex himself didn’t take part because someone somewhere had decided he shouldn’t carry a gun. Inside the Killing House, mannequins had been arranged as terrorists and hostages. Smashing down the doors and using stun grenades to clear the rooms with deafening, multiple blasts, Wolf, Fox, Eagle, and Snake had successfully completed their mission both times.
This time Alex had joined them. The Killing House had been booby-trapped. They weren’t told how. All five of them were unarmed. Their job was simply to get from one end of the house to the other without being "killed."
They almost made it. In the first room, made up to look like a huge dining room, they found the pressure pads under the carpet and the infrared beams across the doors. For Alex it was an eerie experience, tiptoeing behind the other four men, watching as they dismantled the two devices, using cigarette smoke to expose the otherwise invisible beam.
It was strange to be afraid of everything and yet to see nothing. In the hallway there was a motion detector, which would have activated a machine gun (Alex assumed it was loaded with blanks) behind a Japanese screen. The third room was empty. The fourth was a living room with the exit, a pair of French windows, on the other side. There was a trip wire, barely thicker than a human hair, running the entire width of the room, and the French windows were alarmed. While Snake dealt with the alarm, Fox and Eagle prepared to neutralize the trip wire, unclipping an electronic circuit board and a variety of tools from their belts.Wolf stopped them. "Leave it. We’re out of here." At the same moment, Snake signaled. He had deactivated the alarm. The French windows were open.
Snake was the first out. Then Fox and Eagle. Alex would have been the last to leave the room, but just as he reached the exit, he found Wolf blocking his way.
"Tough luck, Double O Nothing," Wolf said. His voice was soft, almost kind.The next thing Alex knew, the heel of Wolf’s palm had rammed into his chest, pushing him back with astonishing force. Taken by surprise, he lost his balance and fell, remembered the trip wire, and tried to twist his body to avoid it. But it was hopeless. His flailing left hand caught the wire. He actually felt it against his wrist. He hit the floor, pulling the wire with him.
The trip wire activated a stun grenade—a small device filled with a mixture of magnesium powder and mercury fulminate. The blast didn’t just deafen Alex, it shuddered right through him as if trying to rip out his heart. The light from the ignited mercury burned for a full five seconds. It was so blinding that even closing his eyes made no difference. Alex lay there with his face against the hard wooden floor, his hands scrabbling against his head, unable to move, waiting for it to end.But even then it wasn’t over. When the flare finally died down, it was as if all the light in the room had burned out with it. Alex stumbled to his feet, unable to see or hear, not even sure anymore where he was. He felt sick to his stomach. The room swayed around him. The heavy smell of chemicals hung in the air.
Ten minutes later he staggered out into the open. Wolf was waiting for him with the others, his face blank. He had slipped out before Alex hit the ground. The unit’s training officer walked angrily over to him. Alex hadn’t expected to see a shred of concern in the man’s face and he wasn’t disappointed.
"Do you want to tell me what happened in there, Cub?" he demanded. When Alex didn’t answer, he went on. "You ruined the exercise. You fouled up. You could get the whole unit binned.
So you’d better start telling me what went wrong."
Alex glanced at Wolf. Wolf looked the other way. What should he say? Should he even try to tell the truth?
"Well?" The sergeant was waiting.
"Nothing happened, sir," Alex said.
"I just wasn’t looking where I was going. I stepped on something and there was an explosion."
"If that was real life, you’d be dead," the sergeant said. "What did I tell you? Sending me a child was a mistake. And a stupid, clumsy child who doesn’t look where he’s going . . . that’s even worse!"
Alex stood where he was. He knew he was blushing. Half of him wanted to answer back, but he bit his tongue. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Wolf half smiling.
The sergeant had seen it too. "You think it’s so funny, Wolf? You can go clean up in there. And tonight you’d better get some rest. All of you. Because tomorrow you’ve got a thirty-mile hike. No rations. No lighters. No fire. This is a survival course. And if you do survive, then maybe you’ll have a reason to smile."
Alex remembered the words now, exactly twenty-four hours later. He had spent the last eleven of them on his feet, following the trail that the sergeant had set out for him on the map. The exercise had begun at six o’clock in the morning after a gray-lit breakfast of sausages and beans. Wolf and the others had disappeared into the distance ahead of him a long time ago, even though they had been given 55-pound backpacks to carry. They had also been given only eight hours to complete the course. Allowing for his age, Alex had been given twelve.
He rounded a corner, his feet scrunching on the gravel. There was someone standing ahead of him. It was the sergeant. He had just lit a cigarette and Alex watched him slide the matches back into his pocket. Seeing him there brought back the shame and the anger of the day before and at the same time sapped the last of his strength. Suddenly, Alex had had enough of Blunt, Mrs. Jones, Wolf . . . the whole stupid thing. With a final effort he stumbled forward the last yards and came to a halt. Rain and sweat trickled down the side of his face. His hair, dark now with grime, was glued across his forehead.
The sergeant looked at his watch. "Eleven hours, five minutes. That’s not bad, Cub. But the others were here three hours ago."Bully for them, Alex thought. He didn’t say anything.
"Anyway, you should just make it to the first RV," the sergeant went on. "It’s up there."
He pointed to a wall. Not a sloping wall. A sheer one. Solid rock rising two or three hundred feet up without a handhold or a foothold in sight. Even looking at it, Alex felt his stomach shrink.
Ian Rider had taken him climbing…in Scotland, in France, all over Europe. But he had never attempted anything as difficult as this. Not on his own. Not when he was so tired.
"I can’t," he said. In the end the two words came out easily.
"I didn’t hear that," the sergeant said.
"I said, I can’t do it, sir."
"Can’t isn’t a word we use around here."
"I don’t care. I’ve had enough. I’ve just had . . ." Alex’s voice cracked. He didn’t trust himself to go on. He stood there, cold and empty, waiting for the ax to fall.But it didn’t. The sergeant gazed at him for a long minute. He nodded his head slowly. "Listen to me, Cub," he said. "I know what happened in the Killing House."
Alex glanced up.
"Wolf forgot about the closed-circuit TV. We’ve got it all on film."
"Then why—?" Alex began.
"Did you make a complaint against him, Cub?"
"Do you want to make a complaint against him, Cub?"
A pause. Then . . ."No, sir."
"Good." The sergeant pointed at the rock face, suggesting a path up with his finger. "It’s not as difficult as it looks," he said. "And they’re waiting for you just over the top. You’ve got a nice cold dinner. Survival rations. You don’t want to miss that."Alex drew a deep breath and started forward. As he passed the sergeant, he stumbled and put out a hand to steady himself, brushing against him. "Sorry, sir. . ." he said.
It took him twenty minutes to reach the top and sure enough K Unit was already there, crouching around three small tents that they must have pitched earlier in the afternoon. Two just large enough for sharing. One, the smallest, for Alex.Snake, a thin, fair-haired man who spoke with a Scottish accent, looked up at Alex. He had a tin of cold stew in one hand, a teaspoon in the other. "I didn’t think you’d make it," he said. Alex couldn’t help but notice a certain warmth in the man’s voice. And for the first time he hadn’t called him Double O Nothing."Nor did I," Alex said.
Wolf was squatting over what he hoped would become a campfire, trying to get it started with two flint stones while Fox and Eagle watched. He was getting nowhere. The stones produced only the smallest of sparks and the scraps of newspaper and leaves that he had collected were already far too wet. Wolf struck at the stones again and again. The others watched, their faces glum.
Alex held out the box of matches that he had pickpocketed from the sergeant when he had pretended to stumble at the foot of the rock face. "These might help," he said.
He threw the matches down, then went into his tent.
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Anthony Horowitz's life might have been copied from the pages of Charles Dickens or the Brothers Grimm. Born in 1956 in Stanmore, Middlesex, to a family of wealth and status, Anthony was raised by nannies, surrounded by servants and chauffeurs. His father, a wealthy businessman, was, says Mr. Horowitz, "a fixer for Harold Wilson." What that means exactly is unclear — "My father was a very secretive man," he says— so an aura of suspicion and mystery surrounds both the word and the man. As unlikely as it might seem, Anthony's father, threatened with bankruptcy, withdrew all of his money from Swiss bank accounts in Zurich and deposited it in another account under a false name and then promptly died. His mother searched unsuccessfully for years in attempt to find the money, but it was never found. That too shaped Anthony's view of things. Today he says, "I think the only thing to do with money is spend it." His mother, whom he adored, eccentrically gave him a human skull for his 13th birthday. His grandmother, another Dickensian character, was mean-spirited and malevolent, a destructive force in his life. She was, he says, "a truly evil person", his first and worst arch villain. "My sister and I danced on her grave when she died," he now recalls.
A miserably unhappy and overweight child, Anthony had nowhere to turn for solace. "Family meals," he recalls, "had calories running into the thousands…. I was an astoundingly large, round child…." At the age of eight he was sent off to boarding school, a standard practice of the times and class in which he was raised. While being away from home came as an enormous relief, the school itself, Orley Farm, was a grand guignol horror with a headmaster who flogged the boys till they bled. "Once the headmaster told me to stand up in assembly and in front of the whole school said, 'This boy is so stupid he will not be coming to Christmas games tomorrow.' I have never totally recovered." To relieve his misery and that of the other boys, he not unsurprisingly made up tales of astounding revenge and retribution.
So how did an unhappy boy, from a privileged background, metamorphose into the creator of Alex Rider, fourteen-year-old spy for Britain's MI6? Although his childhood permanently damaged him, it also gave him a gift — it provided him with rich source material for his writing career. He found solace in boyhood in the escapism of the James Bond films, he says. He claims that his two sons now watch the James Bond films with the same tremendous enjoyment he did at their age. Bond's glamour translates perfectly to the 14-year-old psyche, the author says. "Bond had his cocktails, the car and the clothes. Kids are just as picky. It's got to be the right Nike trainers (sneakers), the right skateboard. And I genuinely think that 14-year-olds are the coolest people on the planet. It's this wonderful, golden age, just on the cusp of manhood when everything seems possible."
Alex Rider is unwillingly recruited at the age of fourteen to spy for the British secret service, MI6. Forced into situations that most average adults would find terrifying and probably fatal, young Alex rarely loses his cool although at times he doubts his own courage. Using his intelligence and creativity, and aided by non-lethal gadgets dreamed up by MI6's delightfully eccentric, overweight and disheveled Smithers, Alex is able to extricate himself from situations when all seems completely lost. What is perhaps more terrifying than the deeply dangerous missions he finds himself engaged in, is the attitude of his handlers at MI6, who view the boy as nothing more than an expendable asset.
The highly successful Alex Rider novels include Stormbreaker, Point Blank, Skeleton Key, and the recent Eagle Strike.
Anthony Horowitz is perhaps the busiest writer in England. He has been writing since the age of eight, and professionally since the age of twenty. He writes in a comfortable shed in his garden for up to ten hours per day. In addition to the highly successful Alex Rider books, he has also written episodes of several popular TV crime series, including Poirot, Murder in Mind, Midsomer Murders and Murder Most Horrid. He has written a television series Foyle's War, which recently aired in the United States, and he has written the libretto of a Broadway musical adapted from Dr. Seuss's book, The 5,000 Fingers of Dr. T. His film script The Gathering has just finished production. And…oh yes…there are more Alex Rider novels in the works. Anthony has also written the Diamond Brothers series.
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I thought this book was great, it was an outstanding start to the Alex Rider Series. I thought it had alot of action and I didn't want to put the book down. Being a teenager myself it seemed amazing that a kid younger than me could do this stuff. I can't wait to read the other books and I hope you make movies for them.
Fourteen-year old Alex Rider knows something bad has happened when the doorbell rings in the middle of the night. He soon learns that his caretaker uncle, Ian Rider, was killed in an automobile accident on his way home. A banker who works for Royal & General, Alex's uncle was a fine man who wasn't home much--but he's still devastated by his death. Except the appearance of some strange people who claim to be his uncle's co-workers, a gun-toting man at his uncle's funeral, and the findings of his uncle's bullet-ridden car make Alex think that there's more than meets the eye to the "automobile accident" story.
Alex soons find out that his Uncle Ian's life, at least where he himself was concerned, was based on a lie. Ian Rider was a spy, employed by the Special Operations Divison of MI6. And the last case he was working on, concerning multi-millionaire Herod Sayle, was a case that got Ian Rider killed. Now Mr. Blunt and Mrs. Jones, head of SOD, want Alex to pick up where his uncle, their operative, left off--infiltrate the compound where Herod Sayle is building his new Stormbreaker computers, and find out what Ian Rider had to die for.
What follows is an action-packed story of danger, bullets, viruses, and out-and-out excitement. At fourteen, Alex is savvy, trained in martial arts, can speak multiple languages, and is, in fact, a truly bliddy good spy!
Anthony Horowitz has devised a real winner with Alex Rider and his new career (although he was actually forced into working for MI6), and I can't wait to read the next book in the series and see what mission Alex will be sent on next!
I first read this book when I was twelve. Now at twenty and working on my English major, I still find it captivating! The writing is simplistic enough so young kids can follow along, but has a serious enough story for adults who like adventure. Perfect for those days you want your imagination to run wild without over exerting your mind. A.H. descriptions are wonderful. One of my favorite series of all time, highly recommended.
This book is amazing. It's about a kid who's Uncle used to work for a spy agency. So the boy or Alex Rider joins the agency. It's action packed and you just will want to read more and more. I definently recomend this to anyone who is thinking about reading this. This is totally a must read! =)
I loved this book! Alex Rider could totally kick James Bond's butt in a fight. The stunts and the gadgets were unrealistic, but who really wants to read a spy book that is bound to the very limited confines of reality? Anthony Horowitz is a great author. The characters and the scenery jump off the pages, making it feel like you're actually there, watching the story unfold. I could not put this book down. Though the series appears to be aimed at boys, many girls, like myself, will like this book as well.
The book Stormbreaker as a book with nonstop action. It is about a boy named Alex Rider who is 14 and lives with his uncle Ian Rider. One day he cane fine from school and found out from his housekeeper Jack that his uncle is dead. He thought that the way his uncle died did not sound right so he put the clues together. When he figured out his uncle had actually been shot he got suspicious. Then a secret organization called M16 told him to come by their building. When he did they said that his uncle had actually been a spy and wanted him Alex to finish off the mission. If Alex does not, M16 will mess up his future and it could be the end of England. The whole book was great. Every chapter was interesting and filled with important details. I really couldn¿t relate to the book very well but most people aren¿t spys. This book is part of the Alex Rider Series. It is the firdt bllk and the next one is Point Blank. Boys from the ages12-14 might like this book. It is a book with a lot of action, suspense, and mystery. If you like those three things I recommend this book for you.
To all you folks who dont know if you really want to buy this book: This book is very very good i think anyone from 10-30 will love this book. It pulls you in from the start and keeps you on the edge of your seat through out the whole story. Worth youre money and youre time!
Stormbreaker is about a fourteen year old kid who has an uncle that was secretly a spy. His Uncle died on a mission, and the agency needs someone knew who won't get caught. That's when Alex comes in to play. This book is chalk full of adventure and always keeps you reading. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone and everyone.
I first read this book when I was still a kid and became a big fan of the series. The action, storyline, simplicity yet uniqueness, and other components worked well together. While I enjoyed it very much at the time, I decided to read it again as a young adult. It was just as good if not better, due to the fact that I could visualize the scenes more efficiently. So whether you're a kid or a teenager, you are sure to enjoy this thrilling novel! This may just be the book to get you back into reading, again. 'My other recommended books are for more mature audiences, however.'
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I remember finding this book when I was in 5th grade at the school library. I read it and thought it was the greatest thing ever. I found whatever books from the series I could find and read them. I have all of them now, including the last two (can't think of the names right now and I'm too lazy to get up and look). This series is such a great thing to have. If you're a parent and you want your kid(s) to read, give them this. I recommend they be at least 10 or 11 however because there is some things a younger one might not understand and there is some slight profanity in some of the books. For those who want to try and read something new, this series is just amazing c:.
It was cool i recamend age's 12 to 13 you can' t stop whan you start i read them all it is mind blowing
I love this book, series and author but i have to warn you about mild profanity and violence, i would say to be atleast 11 to read( btw, i also say that you should be atleast 9 or in 2-3 grade atleast to read harry pottet so please keep that in mind when you think about reading this) , just because of the violence and mild swears, also the book gets you into the action and spy ganra. I didnt rate it 5 stars only because i just tend not to do that, but many who have read the book would most likely want to dissagree. 8 of my friends who have read the book love it and 4 dont, 13 havent read it, please keep in mind that those peeps arent my only friends but this was a last minuiet tally. Not every one can read this book an particculy like it, the trates that i would look for in possible readers in this particcular book is the abillity to be a little patient for a couple of the first few chapters and press on, of course those two chapters are full of action and great writing, its just not the main part of the story and with my friends i noticed some natrually patient people can be very immpatiant with books, i am natrully immpatiant yet am as i would say patiant with books, also the authors a brittish one so just another thing to keep in mind, i love the series but some people can be kinda cridical so if your a romance lover i would like to tell you that there is not alot of romance in this series and none really in this particcular book in the series, anthony horowitz realy only a small bit of romance in the fourth book( if i hve my numbers correct) eagle strike with sabina pleasure, as you can kinda see i am personnaly not a romantic fan, but i dont mind it, a bit is good for me. There are 9 books in this series in this series so for me thats about a week of reading, idk for any one else book pages round from 250-350 or so (roughly) i hope you all loved it as mush as i did
I think the plot of this book isn't too original (hence the four stars, but I do like all the non-stop action. Once I got through the fist few chapters, I coudn't stop reading! I even read for a few hours under the covers at night because I just had to know wht hapened to Alex next. I coudn't sleep! I also liked the end of Stormbreaker because it left me wondering what Alex would do after his intense mission. I would recomend this book to teens who like non-stop, intense action.
This is a good book! I loved it so much i read it in only a day and a half! It was sooooooo good! I find it thou with thesebooks the first couple of chapters arenalittle slow... you gotta tell yourself keep reading... after likethe fourth or fifth chapter it gets good and starts to pick up speed with every chapter. It is an amazing book and i run a book cub at my school andi might do this book. I have to see what the others say but this is one good book i love it!!!!
This book was not good at all, it was predictable and had no surprises. Alex Rider is a 14 year old boy who is taken in by his uncle. His uncle mysteriously dies and the entire book is about Alex trying to find out how his uncle died and who did it. Alex goes off on a mission assigned by MI-6 and ends up in a villains mansion. Throughout the book Alex fights bad guy after bad guy and and goes through chase after chase. If I had to describe this book in one word, it would be predictable. Every action sequence was predictable and boring.To be completely honest the only thing I liked about this book was the size since it was a short read. I suggest that you don't read this book and if your looking for action reads, read other books like "Artemis Fowl" and "Flight". All in all, this book is a short boring read and thats why I gave it one out of five stars.
I don't like this book. Its story was uninteresting and the characters were boring. The plot was unrealistic, confusing, and was not a good read. i would not recommend this book to anyone. The cover of the book was also bad, it did not give you any idea of what the book was about and looked bad.
I look for books that can get kids who are currently completely caught up in video to take up reading as a fun thing to do. The idea that a youth is going to take up a mission for his murdered uncle in the British Secret Service is outlandish at its face, but the author deftly steps around it as he tells his story. He does create a boy of truly unusual talents, versatility, and pluck, but he has a plausible story behind this personal development. Later on, when the boy on several occasions gets himself into mortal peril, the author doesn't have him do something unbelievable to extricate himself. Instead he depicts him as a kid who knows how to keep his head and to take advantage of lucky breaks as they appear. I think this is a good starter book for a youth to use in learning to read for pleasure, and I gave a copy of this to a friend for her son for that reason. The other book I am recommending may be for a little younger reader, but I enjoyed it when I did my screening read.
This book is great. I read all the other books in this series and they were great too. I cant wait till more Alex Rider books become availible.
When reading Alex rider at first it felt a little cliche, but it turns out everything that happend in the book can happend for a boy his age, with a little bit of luck and training. This is why this book stands out. there is no ' oh yea like that could happend!' and more of 'wow that was lucky!' totaly recommend this book if you like action books.
Sean Hennessy April 28, 2008 Stormbreaker By Anthony Horowitz. Published by Penguin Group Adventure genre How would you feel if you were forced to be a spy? Sleuthing and using incredible gadgets such as acidic acne cream and Game Boy smoke bombs? This is what happens to Alex Rider in the book Stormbreaker by Anthony Horowitz. His only living relation was his uncle, Ian Rider, but he was killed in what everyone else thinks was a car crash. They couldn¿t have been more wrong. Ian Rider was actually a spy for England¿s secret intelligence agency, MI6, and was murdered because of his work. Alex is recruited to investigate when a man named Herod Sayle announces that he is going to give every school in Britain top notch, excellent computers called Stormbreakers. Our hero the unwilling James Bond is sent to Sayle Enterprises masquerading as a boy who won a contest to try out the Stormbreakers. He must investigate the computers, while avoiding a mysterious killer named Yassen Gregorovich. He discovers that the computers have a deadly secret, and he must stop Herod Sayle before it¿s too late... Alex Rider, the reluctant teenage spy, is the main character of this book. He is fourteen. He has short hair, which adds to his classic teen secret agent look. He is curious, which also helps. He doesn¿t want to spy for MI6, but he has no other legal guardians. He is a dynamic character, and also the protagonist. Herod Sayle, however, is an antagonist. He is also a primary character because he is the villain. He is a static character because he doesn¿t change. He is bald and short. He looks like a small version of a millionaire. He has dark skin because he came from Egypt. He is the one who designed the Stormbreakers. He is the evil guy, but Yassen Gregorovich is neither good or bad. He is a Russian mercenary who is hired to kill people. It was he who killed Ian Rider. He has blue eyes, and speaks English with no accent. He is both a protagonist and an antagonist, surprisingly, and is a secondary character. Other supporting characters include Alan Blunt, Mr. Grin, Nadia Vole, and Mrs. Jones. The book Stormbreaker is a very exciting adventure genre story. Anyone who likes the kind of book with spies, cool gadgets, and a few dangerous weapons should read it and the amazing sequels. There is also an enemy who I believe must be faced in the end in one final battle. This is a terrific and thrilling book and it is guaranteed to please the reader.
stormbreaker. a computer of unlimited tasks. thats wht alex rider is after in this book.this book os amazing in alot of ways. it is very action packed. it is adventuous and defiinantly a good read. it is also mysterious. alex rider is a good book series especiallt after uve finished the artemis fowl series. i would recommend this book to any one that likes mysteries and secret agent things. this book all in all is amazing.
Do you want to have a book that will keep you reading? If so this is the one for you. I felt that this book was great because you can really visualize Alex Rider's adventures all throughout the book, plus you get to read two whole series from Anthony Horowitz. If you like this book, read the whole series because they are all fantastic!
This book is terrible and sends a bad message to children. Don't read it
When I cracked this book, I was expecting a kind of 'young james bond' thing. No such luck. The plot was OK, but there are too many flaws to count--Alex Rider has no personalilty, ect, but also a lot of technical jargon (I'm a computer design and annalysist freak.) Do we really want our kids reading about people getting gutted by cheese wire or shocked to death by stingrays (by the way, Alex's escape from the stingray tank couldn't of happened, there is no iron in saltwater fish tanks, it has chemicals in it that could kill the animal), and do we really want to hear about mad almost-mass-murderers? Do we care? Heck, if I want a no-nonsense, good plot I open Redwall. SKIP THIS BOOK, don't trust the critics. It STINKs of gore, blood, and violence. But another thing is, it puts another little pocket of evil on this earth. (the end I mean.)