Wow! I have a new favorite author. Plot twists, character depth, an original storyline ... what more can you ask for? Oh wait, I'd ask for clean enough for my whole family to read it. And it is. He gives us a main character who may be someone worth looking up to, or perhaps has made a mistake. It...
SUMMARY-This book is kind of like the other books in a way. Charlie is trying to stop the leader of the terrorist group from killing millions of people in new york for new years eve. There is this gas that th leader is going to let in the air and it can kill a person very easily. And he has 6 can...
I liked the book and would defiantly recommend it to my friends. This book was a page turner and being the final book in the series I was really eager to find out what was going to happen. I picked this book because the librarian asked me what I liked and she said this series would be a great boo...
The Identity Man is a thriller. Its plot is driven by constant action, driven by unknown forces. John Shannon finds himself wanted for a crime he didn't commit, and is presented (and forced into) un-looked-for deliverance from a mysterious "identity man." Shannon has no idea why he's been given a...
As I picked the book from a bookstore nearby, I was doubtful that this book will be the right reading level for me. ( I am a 13 year old) But when I started reading I dove deeper and deeper into my misconception.The Identity Man is a brilliantly written novel, that contains mystery and suspence, ...
Reporter Steve Everett is not usually the type to turn into an heroic do-gooder overnight - he drinks too much, makes love to his boss' wife, and has just stumbled upon a shocking truth that has him literally fighting the clock. He has just discovered that a convicted killer is about to be execut...
"Klavan's novel, a small treasure, recounts the psychosexual odyssey of Samantha Bradford, an obsessive poet in search of sanity and sexual fulfillment. His sentences are richly allusive, evidencing his mastery of the literary and psychoanalytic canons" -- Small Press
"Theoretically, let's stipulate, for argument's sake, that there are a lot of powerful people at a university like this who believe things that aren't, strictly speaking, true.""Leftists, you mean.""Let's just call them people. Powerful people.""All right.""These powerful people believe things li...
A QUIRCKY GRIPPING STORYJessica the daughter of a psychiatrist, Dr Natan Conrad's, has been kidnapped creating a big disruption in his lifeIn order to grab the reader the author employs the first 100 pages to describe the main characters backgrounds and at the same time prepares the scene for wha...
Halloween in Manhattan. Everyone has their bad days, but for Nancy Kincaid, this will be the worst of her life. Arriving at her office, her colleagues insist they have never seen her before. The only clue she has is a voice that whispers someone will be murdered that night--by 8:00, the Animal Hour.
A chance encounter in the woods causes a recluse to dredge up old memoriesHe meets her in a stranger's backyard. Harry is a child walking home from school, and Agnes is a young girl playing in the creek behind her house. While their parents speak, the children play, and Agnes explains the superna...
MISSION CRITICAL SUDDENLY EVERYONE WAS talking at once. The Traveler, Molly, Professor Jameson, Mars, even Miss Ferris. Their voices were overlapping as they reacted to the news. Kurodar had control of the Battle Station. Three hours before it was operational. Three hours before the United States...
His eyes shifted toward the door. He was wondering if he should break for it. I was still staring dumbfounded, my eyes flashing back and forth from the killer to the body of Timothy Colt. Not five seconds had passed since the kid had pulled the knife. The fountain of blood burbling out of Colt’s ...
Away from the endless arguments with my father, away from the mindless freedom of the open road, all that rage inside me turned in on itself. I had talked my parents into paying for a tiny apartment on the city’s north side. I didn’t want to live in a dorm. I wanted privacy so I could go on writi...
The world turned suddenly distant and unreal. The criss-crossing bridge supports surrounding him became a sort of graph superimposed on the surface of the scenery beyond, making it all seem two-dimensional. The gleaming pinnacles of Manhattan in the rearview—the drear flatlands of Queens in the w...
No way I wanted to go through that door, to go into that place. But I was surrounded. There was no getting out of it. I walked into the Panic Room. It was a small, square, stark space. Looked like a prison cell. Four white walls, a metal chest against one wall, a cot against another, a metal toil...
It didn’t feel like very long at all. At first, when I woke up, I couldn’t remember anything. I couldn’t remember where I was or what I had been doing. I could hardly think about anything except the pain throbbing in my forehead. I was aware that it was dark. I was aware that I was uncomfortable,...
Until a year ago, I was a pretty ordinary kid. I was seventeen. I lived in a house in Spring Hill with my mom and dad and my annoying older sister, Amy. I went to high school during the week. I went to church on Sunday. My secret ambition was to join the air force and become a fighter pilot, whic...
Rose told me. “But now you’re really in the fire.” His voice came over my headset as the Cessna moved through the night sky. The stars drifted slowly past at the windows. Sporadic lights appeared below and went slowly by. I was sitting up front in the passenger seat. The headset blocked out the n...
To kill the nausea, to stop the throbbing in my brain. And to stop the voice that now began to whisper again: A man is dead. You killed him. Someone has to pay. It was Watts’s voice. And Bush’s. And Celia Cooper’s. But it was my voice, too, and it kept going on. You know in your heart you’ve done...
It hissed and overflowed, unattended, in the quiet room. I crawled under it, making my way beneath the windows. The inches came hard. It hurt to breathe. There was blood running from my hand where the woman had cut it. One of my cheeks had been scraped raw when I’d slammed into the wall. There wa...
It got steeper and began to wind and went on climbing. The moon rose, a full moon, misty and enormous, sometimes in the windshield, sometimes at the window as the road switchbacked. The moonlight shone on the standing pines, on a forest that seemed to go on forever all around me, vanishing from s...