Make Me
A Jack Reacher Novel. With bonus short story Small Wars
(Sprache: Englisch)
With ten straight no.1 New York Times bestsellers and over 100 million books sold, it's easy to see why the New York Times has anointed Lee Child as "the best thriller writer of the moment," and why Jack Reacher is "the strongest brand in publishing" (Forbes Magazine).
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With ten straight no.1 New York Times bestsellers and over 100 million books sold, it's easy to see why the New York Times has anointed Lee Child as "the best thriller writer of the moment," and why Jack Reacher is "the strongest brand in publishing" (Forbes Magazine).
Klappentext zu „Make Me “
#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY LOS ANGELES TIMES, THE GUARDIAN, AND SUSPENSE MAGAZINE • Stephen King calls Jack Reacher "the coolest continuing series character"-and now he's back in this masterly new thriller from Lee Child."Why is this town called Mother's Rest?" That's all Reacher wants to know. But no one will tell him. It's a tiny place hidden in a thousand square miles of wheat fields, with a railroad stop, and sullen and watchful people, and a worried woman named Michelle Chang, who mistakes him for someone else: her missing partner in a private investigation she thinks must have started small and then turned lethal.
Reacher has no particular place to go, and all the time in the world to get there, and there's something about Chang . . . so he teams up with her and starts to ask around. He thinks: How bad can this thing be? But before long he's plunged into a desperate race through LA, Chicago, Phoenix, and San Francisco, and through the hidden parts of the internet, up against thugs and assassins every step of the way-right back to where he started, in Mother's Rest, where he must confront the worst nightmare he could imagine.
Walking away would have been easier. But as always, Reacher's rule is: If you want me to stop, you're going to have to make me.
Praise for Make Me
"Child's Reacher series has hit Book No. 20 with a resounding peal of wisecracking glee. Everything about it, starting with Reacher's nose for bad news, is as strong as ever. . . . The big guy's definitely on the upswing. The guy who writes about him is too."-Janet Maslin, The New York Times
"Another winner . . . There's a reason why Child is considered the best of the best in the thriller genre: He can take all these strange elements and clichés and make them compelling and original."-Associated Press
"A superb thriller."-New York Daily News
"Child's complete command of the story makes this thriller work
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brilliantly."-Publishers Weekly (starred review)
"I've read all twenty of Lee Child's novels. Maybe there's something wrong with me. But I can't wait for the twenty-first."-Malcolm Gladwell, The New Yorker
"[The Reacher series] is the current gold standard in the genre. . . . In Make Me Lee Child delivers another Jack Reacher specialty; the total knockout."-Dayton Daily News
"Child serves up wingding plots, pithy dialogue, extraordinary background on intriguing topics, and cunningly constructed suspense. But what keeps us coming back-by the millions-is the chance to walk around in the skin of that big guy in the middle of everything."-The Oregonian
"A dark thriller . . . Lee Child's Make Me, the twentieth in his wildly popular Jack Reacher series, delivers exactly what readers have come to expect from the perennial bestselling author: interesting characters, tight plots and page-turning action. . . . Readers won't be disappointed."-Minneapolis Star Tribune
"Jack Reacher is back. . . . Readers new to this series will find this book a good starting point, and fans will be pleased to see Jack again."-LibraryReads (Top Ten Pick)
"The reigning champ ups the ante."-Booklist (starred review)
"I've read all twenty of Lee Child's novels. Maybe there's something wrong with me. But I can't wait for the twenty-first."-Malcolm Gladwell, The New Yorker
"[The Reacher series] is the current gold standard in the genre. . . . In Make Me Lee Child delivers another Jack Reacher specialty; the total knockout."-Dayton Daily News
"Child serves up wingding plots, pithy dialogue, extraordinary background on intriguing topics, and cunningly constructed suspense. But what keeps us coming back-by the millions-is the chance to walk around in the skin of that big guy in the middle of everything."-The Oregonian
"A dark thriller . . . Lee Child's Make Me, the twentieth in his wildly popular Jack Reacher series, delivers exactly what readers have come to expect from the perennial bestselling author: interesting characters, tight plots and page-turning action. . . . Readers won't be disappointed."-Minneapolis Star Tribune
"Jack Reacher is back. . . . Readers new to this series will find this book a good starting point, and fans will be pleased to see Jack again."-LibraryReads (Top Ten Pick)
"The reigning champ ups the ante."-Booklist (starred review)
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Lese-Probe zu „Make Me “
Chapter 1Moving a guy as big as Keever wasn t easy. It was like trying to wrestle a king-size mattress off a waterbed. So they buried him close to the house. Which made sense anyway. The harvest was still a month away, and a disturbance in a field would show up from the air. And they would use the air, for a guy like Keever. They would use search planes, and helicopters, and maybe even drones.
They started at midnight, which they thought was safe enough. They were in the middle of ten thousand acres of nothingness, and the only man-made structure their side of any horizon was the railroad track to the east, but midnight was five hours after the evening train and seven hours before the morning train. Therefore, no prying eyes. Their backhoe had four spotlights on a bar above the cab, the same way kids pimped their pick-up trucks, and together the four beams made a wide pool of halogen brightness. Therefore, visibility was not a problem either. They started the hole in the hog pen, which was a permanent disturbance all by itself. Each hog weighed two hundred pounds, and each hog had four feet. The dirt was always chewed up. Nothing to see from the air, not even with a thermal camera. The picture would white out instantly, from the steaming animals themselves, and their steaming piles and pools of waste.
Safe enough.
Hogs were rooting animals, so they made sure the hole was deep. Which was not a problem either. Their backhoe s arm was long, and it bit rhythmically, in fluent articulated seven-foot scoops, the hydraulic rams glinting in the electric light, the engine straining and roaring and pausing, the cab falling and rising, as each bucket-load was dumped aside. When the hole was done they backed the machine up and turned it around and used the front bucket to push Keever into his grave, scraping him, rolling him, covering his body with dirt, until finally it fell over the lip and thumped down into the electric shadows.
Only one thing went
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wrong, and it happened right then.
The evening train came through five hours late. The next morning they heard on the AM station that a broken locomotive had caused a jam a hundred miles south. But they didn t know that at the time. All they heard was the mournful whistle at the distant crossing, and then all they could do was turn and stare, at the long lit cars rumbling past in the middle distance, one after the other, like a vision in a dream, seemingly forever. But eventually the train was gone, and the rails sang for a minute more, and then the tail light was swallowed by the midnight darkness, and they turned back to their task.
Twenty miles north the train slowed, and slowed, and then eased to a hissing stop, and the doors sucked open, and Jack Reacher stepped down to a concrete ramp in front of a grain elevator as big as an apartment house. To his left were four more elevators, all of them bigger than the first, and to his right was an enormous metal shed the size of an airplane hangar. There were vapor lights on poles, set at regular intervals, and they cut cones of yellow in the darkness. There was mist in the nighttime air, like a note on a calendar. The end of summer was coming. Fall was on its way.
Reacher stood still and behind him the train moved away without him, straining, grinding, settling to a slow rat-a-tat rhythm, and then accelerating, its building slipstream pulling at his clothes. He was the only passenger who had gotten out. Which was not surprising. The place was no kind of a commuter hub. It was all agricultural. What token passenger facilities it had were wedged between the last elevator and the huge shed, and were limited to a compact building, which seemed to have both a ticket window and benches for waiting. It was built in a traditional railroad style, and it looked like a child s toy, temporarily set down between two shiny oil drums.
But
The evening train came through five hours late. The next morning they heard on the AM station that a broken locomotive had caused a jam a hundred miles south. But they didn t know that at the time. All they heard was the mournful whistle at the distant crossing, and then all they could do was turn and stare, at the long lit cars rumbling past in the middle distance, one after the other, like a vision in a dream, seemingly forever. But eventually the train was gone, and the rails sang for a minute more, and then the tail light was swallowed by the midnight darkness, and they turned back to their task.
Twenty miles north the train slowed, and slowed, and then eased to a hissing stop, and the doors sucked open, and Jack Reacher stepped down to a concrete ramp in front of a grain elevator as big as an apartment house. To his left were four more elevators, all of them bigger than the first, and to his right was an enormous metal shed the size of an airplane hangar. There were vapor lights on poles, set at regular intervals, and they cut cones of yellow in the darkness. There was mist in the nighttime air, like a note on a calendar. The end of summer was coming. Fall was on its way.
Reacher stood still and behind him the train moved away without him, straining, grinding, settling to a slow rat-a-tat rhythm, and then accelerating, its building slipstream pulling at his clothes. He was the only passenger who had gotten out. Which was not surprising. The place was no kind of a commuter hub. It was all agricultural. What token passenger facilities it had were wedged between the last elevator and the huge shed, and were limited to a compact building, which seemed to have both a ticket window and benches for waiting. It was built in a traditional railroad style, and it looked like a child s toy, temporarily set down between two shiny oil drums.
But
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Autoren-Porträt von Lee Child
Lee Child
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Lee Child
- 2016, Internationale Ausgabe, 576 Seiten, Maße: 10,6 x 17,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Dell
- ISBN-10: 0812999290
- ISBN-13: 9780812999297
- Erscheinungsdatum: 23.03.2016
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Lee Child s Reacher series has hit Book No. 20 with a resounding peal of wisecracking glee. Everything about it, starting with Reacher s nose for bad news, is as strong as ever. . . . The big guy s definitely on the upswing. The guy who writes about him is too. Janet Maslin, The New York TimesLee Child has another winner with Make Me. . . . There s a reason why Child is considered the best of the best in the thriller genre: He can take all these strange elements and clichés and make them compelling and original. Associated Press
A superb thriller. New York Daily News
Child s complete command of the story makes this thriller work brilliantly. Publishers Weekly (starred review)
I ve read all twenty of Lee Child s novels. Maybe there s something wrong with me. But I can t wait for the twenty-first. Malcolm Gladwell, The New Yorker
[The Reacher series] is the current gold standard in the genre. . . . In Make Me Lee Child delivers another Jack Reacher specialty; the total knockout. Dayton Daily News
Child serves up wingding plots, pithy dialogue, extraordinary background on intriguing topics, and cunningly constructed suspense. But what keeps us coming back by the millions is the chance to walk around in the skin of that big guy in the middle of everything. The Oregonian
A dark thriller . . . Lee Child s Make Me, the twentieth in his wildly popular Jack Reacher series, delivers exactly what readers have come to expect from the perennial bestselling author: interesting characters, tight plots and page-turning action. . . . Readers won t be disappointed. Minneapolis Star Tribune
Jack Reacher is back. . . . Readers new to this series will find this book a good starting point, and fans will be pleased to see Jack again. LibraryReads (Top Ten Pick)
The
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reigning champ ups the ante. . . . Yes, there s breakneck action, but what gives this one its zing is the multilayered plot. . . . The beguiling Chang offers a new treat for series fans as well, and a surprise at the end will keep readers short of breath until the next installment begins. Booklist (starred review)
This series remains as compulsively readable as ever. Child is a master of pacing, stretching out the mystery through short chapters that give rise to bursts of well-choreographed violence. . . . Of course, the biggest strength is Reacher himself: impassive, analytical, secretly romantic, and relentlessly honorable. It s impossible not to root for him. . . . Reacher is still going strong. Will satisfy fans and newcomers, too. Kirkus Reviews
This series remains as compulsively readable as ever. Child is a master of pacing, stretching out the mystery through short chapters that give rise to bursts of well-choreographed violence. . . . Of course, the biggest strength is Reacher himself: impassive, analytical, secretly romantic, and relentlessly honorable. It s impossible not to root for him. . . . Reacher is still going strong. Will satisfy fans and newcomers, too. Kirkus Reviews
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