PersonalLarge Print - 2014
You can leave the army, but the army doesn't leave you. Not always. Not completely, notes Jack Reacher--and sure enough, the retired military cop is soon pulled back into service. This time, for the State Department and the CIA.
Someone has taken a shot at the president of France in the City of Light. The bullet was American. The distance between the gunman and the target was exceptional. How many snipers can shoot from three-quarters of a mile with total confidence? Very few, but John Kott--an American marksman gone bad--is one of them. And after fifteen years in prison, he's out, unaccounted for, and likely drawing a bead on a G8 summit packed with enough world leaders to tempt any assassin.
If anyone can stop Kott, it's the man who beat him before: Reacher. And though he'd rather work alone, Reacher is teamed with Casey Nice, a rookie analyst who keeps her cool with Zoloft. But they're facing a rough road, full of ruthless mobsters, Serbian thugs, close calls, double-crosses--and no backup if they're caught. All the while Reacher can't stop thinking about the woman he once failed to save. But he won't let that that happen again. Not this time. Not Nice.
Reacher never gets too close. But now a killer is making it personal.
Praise for Personal
"The best one yet." --Stephen King
"Reacher is the stuff of myth, a great male fantasy. . . . One of this century's most original, tantalizing pop-fiction heroes . . . Child does a masterly job of bringing his adventure to life with endless surprises and fierce suspense." --The Washington Post
"Yet another satisfying page-turner." --Entertainment Weekly
"Reacher is always up for a good fight, most entertainingly when he goes mano a mano with a seven-foot, 300-pound monster of a mobster named Little Joey. But it's Reacher the Teacher who wows here." --Marilyn Stasio, The New York Times
"Jack Reacher is today's James Bond, a thriller hero we can't get enough of. I read every one as soon as it appears." --Ken Follett
"Reacher's just one of fiction's great mysterious strangers." -- Maxim
"If you like fast-moving thrillers, you'll want to take a look at this one." --John Sandford
"Fans won't be disappointed by this suspense-filled, riveting thriller." -- Library Journal (starred review)
"Child is the alpha dog of thriller writers, each new book zooming to the top of best-seller lists with the velocity of a Reacher head butt." -- Booklist
"Every Reacher novel delivers a jolt to the nervous system." -- Kirkus Reviews
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Jack's Math check:
Not so good:
A question of force, obviously, which is the product of mass times velocity squared, and the squared part puts a premium on speed, not weight. (Force is the product of mass times acceleration which is the change in velocity, not velocity square.)
London’s population was about eight million, and the UK’s death rate was over nine per thousand per year, so on any given day a couple hundred Londoners would breathe their last. Old age, overdoses, degenerative illnesses, cancers of every kind, car wrecks, fires, accidents, suicides, heart attacks, thrombosis and strokes. All normal. Getting shot in the head by a high-power rifle, not so much.
"Really? Truth is I feel pretty good right now. I'm not the one losing men left and right. That would be you, Joey. So this is a time for common sense and mature judgment, don't you think?"
"Option one is agree right now."
He said, "What's option two?"
"I advise you to choose option one."
" ... The guy was a snake. Or worse than a snake. A snake doesn’t know it’s a snake. It can’t help itself. But that guy knew what he was choosing. Just like the other guy, yesterday, who wasn’t helping old ladies across the street, or volunteering in the library, or raising funds for Africa.”
- “We’ll find a new Hotel.”
- “Rule one, change locations every day.”
-“My new toothbrush is still there.”
- “Rule two, keep your toothbrush on your pocket at all times.”
… They wouldn’t have even have hit the right building. Plus, the round is puny. It would have barely gotten there at all. They’d have had to launch it upward about thirty degrees, like dropping a big fat curveball over the plate. Up and down, like a ballistic missile. Which is an impossible shot. And even if they had made it, the bullet would have arrived with so little energy you could have swatted it aside with a ping pong paddle. It would have bounced off Khenkin’s hair gel…
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