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Personal : Jack Reacher Series, Book 19
by Lee Child and Dick Hill

Overview - #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Jack Reacher returns in the latest fast-moving, action-packed, suspenseful book from Lee Child.


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.
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Overview

#1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Jack Reacher returns in the latest fast-moving, action-packed, suspenseful book from Lee Child.


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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  • Publisher: Penguin Random House Audio Publishing Gr
  • Date: Sept 2014
 
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From the book


Chapter 1

Eight days ago my life was an up and down affair. Some of it good. Some of it not so good. Most of it uneventful. Long slow periods of nothing much, with occasional bursts of something. Like the army itself. Which is how they found me. You can leave the army, but the army doesn't leave you. Not always. Not completely.

They started looking two days after some guy took a shot at the president of France. I saw it in the paper. A long--range attempt with a rifle. In Paris. Nothing to do with me. I was six thousand miles away, in California, with a girl I met on a bus. She wanted to be an actor. I didn't. So after forty--eight hours in LA she went one way and I went the other. Back on the bus, first to San Francisco for a couple of days, and then to Portland, Oregon, for three more, and then onward to Seattle. Which took me close to Fort Lewis, where two women in uniform got out of the bus. They left an Army Times behind, one day old, right there on the seat across the aisle.

The Army Times is a strange old paper. It started up before World War Two and is still going strong, every week, full of yesterday's news and sundry how--to articles, like the headline staring up at me right then: New Rules! Changes for Badges and Insignia! Plus Four More Uniform Changes On The Way! Legend has it the news is yesterday's because it's copied secondhand from old AP summaries, but if you read the words sideways you sometimes hear a real sardonic tone between the lines. The editorials are occasionally brave. The obituaries are occasionally interesting.

Which was my sole reason for picking up the paper. Sometimes people die and you're happy about it. Or not. Either way you need to know. But I never found out. Because on the way to the obituaries I found the personal ads. Which as always were mostly veterans looking for other veterans. Dozens of ads, all the same.

Including one with my name in it.

Right there, center of the page, a boxed column inch, five words printed bold: Jack Reacher call Rick Shoemaker.

Which had to be Tom O'Day's work. Which later on made me feel a little lame. Not that O'Day wasn't a smart guy. He had to be. He had survived a long time. A very long time. He had been around forever. Twenty years ago he already looked a hundred. A tall, thin, gaunt, cadaverous man, who moved like he might collapse at any moment, like a broken stepladder. He was no one's idea of an army general. More like a professor. Or an anthropologist. Certainly his thinking had been sound. Reacher stays under the radar, which means buses and trains and waiting rooms and diners, which, coincidentally or not, are the natural economic habitat for enlisted men and women, who buy the Army Times ahead of any other publication in the PX, and who can be relied upon to spread the paper around, like birds spread seeds from berries.

And he could rely on me to pick up the paper. Somewhere. Sooner or later. Eventually. Because I needed to know. You can leave the army, but the army doesn't leave you. Not completely. As a means of communication, as a way of making contact, from what he knew, and from what he could guess, then maybe he would think ten or twelve consecutive weeks of personal ads might generate a small but realistic chance of success.

But it worked the first time out. One day after the paper was printed. Which is why I felt lame later on.

I was predictable.

Rick Shoemaker was Tom O'Day's boy. Probably his second in command by now. Easy enough to ignore. But I owed Shoemaker a favor. Which O'Day...

 
Reviews

"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 . . . [Lee] 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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