I Think the author's purpose of writing the book was to entertain and to have a suspensful book for his readers. The book is really entertaining because the book has one entertaing event after another. The book is really suspensful because at some points you don't know what is going to happen ne...
Rating: 3* of fiveThe Publisher Says: “Mackie dreaded the mail.” From this simple beginning, Peter Abrahams opens the curtains on a mesmerizing world down on the Mexican border, a world of complex and passionate people whose ambitions will lead them on a relentless collision course, a desert worl...
Renowned sculptor Roy Valois receives the worst news since learning of his adored wife Delia's death in South America fifteen years ago. His doctor tells him he's dying—and a morbid curiosity about how he'll be remembered inspires Roy, with the help of a local computer geek, to hack into a newspa...
The master of psychological suspense returns with an ingenious tale of a charming young man with sinister intentions who targets an unsuspecting family.
Baseball sensation Bobby Rayburn’s major-league career is booming, and he just signed a multimillion-dollar contract with the Sox. Knife salesman Gil Renard’s job is hanging by a thread and he just sold his most prized possession to stay afloat. All that keeps Gil going, in the face of divorce, d...
Stephen King recommended author and book. He says: “Peter Abrahams is my favorite American suspense novelist.”In his book On Writing, published 2000, King says on pages 285-286: "These are the best books I've read over the last three or four years, the period during which I wrote The Girl Who Lov...
An unfaithful wife. A cheating lover. A loyal friend. A jealous husband. All four lives are manipulated by a sinister mastermind in a vengeful plot about to spin fatally out of control. Written by Stephen King's favorite American suspense novelist.
Ésta es de ésas lectura que te encuentras por casualidad, te atraen sin una razón objetiva y decides leer, esperanzada de descubrir alguna pequeña joya narrativa.Al otro lado del espejo, ha resultado ser una novela MÁS JUSTITA QUE DECENTE, PERO CARENTE DE ESPÍRITU AL TRATAR UN GÉNERO LEÍDO Y VIST...
Roy Hill married the girl of his dreams, dotes on his eleven-year-old son, and is next in line for a big promotion in the Atlanta office of a global corporation. Then, almost imperceptibly, it all starts to unravel. A chance encounter with a group of Civil War reenactors sends him down a new, dev...
At the foot of the stone steps a short bowlegged man was roasting chestnuts and rocking rapidly from side to side, either to fight the cold or because his bladder was full. Rehv bought a bag of chestnuts for his breakfast. Automatically the little man’s hands, turning blue at the fingertips, fill...
He noticed stubble on his head. He hadn’t shaved it for a while, no longer had his Remington, of course; that was one of the gifts he’d left for Prof. The stubble had a tarnished sheen. Eddie stepped closer to the mirror, and saw that his hair was growing in gray.“Fabulous,” said the clerk. “It f...
Powerup77: i’m hearing weird stuff NYgrrrl979: i-girl—is it true???? Gridster22: what are u hearing? NYgrrrl979: u made up some story to ditch mathfest Gridster22: NOT TRUE Powerup77: thats what I thought Gridster22: mia—u think its true? NYgrrrl979: no no no no no Gridster22: because it happened...
Why? (Or why not?) —Optional midterm exam question, Philosophy 322 “I love that,” Izzie said. “What?” “Your chipped tooth.” She ran the tip of her tongue over it again. “It’s a flaw.” “That’s why.” They stood beside the wind-up record player, down in the cave, their arms around each other, music ...
Dockside Dive Supply was three blocks inland from the public marina, sharing side walls with a liquor store and a used books shop, all three in need of a fresh coat of paint. Matthias parked and checked the photocopy of Hiram Standish’s dive card, front and back, which Sergeant Cuthbertson had gi...
Bao Dai said. They were on the mattresses: Bao Dai squatting, Zorro curled like a fetus, the little girl asleep. “What are you talking about?” “Tits. Nice ones. I had a little feel. Your wife’s.” “I don’t have a wife. I’m divorced. I told you. Anyway, she’s in California.” Bao Dai smiled and shoo...
Not one single thing. What had I been expecting? Probably some sort of energy shining out of the charm, melting right through the metal, opening a Tut-Tut-sized hole. But anything would have done—Tut-Tut rising up and soaring over the wall, the wall itself crumbling down, a sinkhole appearing in ...
a female voice urged her. “We are on the ground.” Rachel opened her eyes and slowly focused them on a face that was ready to play the role of Carmen at a moment’s notice. All the woman had to do was take the little stewardess cap off her pile of hair. “That’s the way,” she said, smiling. She had ...
Her apartment was on the ground floor, but it looked a lot like ours: we even had the same kind of fridge. One big difference was all these professional-type photos on the living-room walls, the same beautiful young woman in each of them. Ashanti noticed me staring at them and said, “My mom—back ...
cried Malik, pounding Blake on the back as though he had just won a big game. “Oh, wow.” He put his arms around Blake and hugged him, then clapped his hands and came close to jumping up and down. “We did it, man. We did it.” “Blake did it,” Rebecca said, “and keep your voice down.” That was no lo...
DATA! DATA! Ingrid awoke in the night, sat up with a jerk. She switched on the reading light. The Complete Sherlock Holmes lay in its usual place on the bedside table. She opened it to “A Case of Identity,” leafed through to a passage she’d highlighted: You did not know where to look, and so you ...
Absolutely spotless.” “Come out of what?” said Nell. “Who?” Duke laughed again. “The company. DK Industries. The Corps of Engineers’ report’s out tomorrow and we’re cleared, one hundred percent.” Had Lee Ann said something about this? Nell couldn’t remember. “Cleared of what?” “Cleared of what? M...