A Jack Reacher NovelBook - 2015
"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 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)
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Threats had to be answered, which meant he was going to have to take their guns away, because probing pawns had to be sent back beaten, and because folks in Mother's Rest needed to know for sure the next time he came to town he would be armed. He wanted to tell them it was their own fault. He wanted to tell them they had brought it on themselves.
Chang said, “What are you doing?”
“Compressing the arteries that feed his brain.”
“You can’t do that.”
“What, it was OK to murder him the first time, but not the second time?”
“It was right the first time, when he was a piece of shit who was about to rape you at gunpoint. Did he change? Did he suddenly become some kind of a saintly martyr we should rush straight to the hospital? When did that part happen?”
Chang: Like Pascal’s Wager.
Reacher: Costs us nothing if we’re wrong, but saves us plenty if we’re right.
Reacher: Hope for the best, plan for the worst.
Chang: That wouldn’t get us a warrant.
Reacher: Warrants are about what you can prove. Not what you know.
Martial arts didn’t work in the real world. Judo and karate were useless without the mats and the referee and the special pajamas. So unarmed combat was brawling, basically. Like a bar fight. Whatever worked.
The guy’s face was turned away high and back, so Reacher;s boot caught him under the chin, like a monstrous uppercut from a heavyweight with a horsehoe in his glove.
You started a war. Which was dumb. Because you’ll lose. And it won’t be pretty. We’re going to beat you so hard your kids will be born dizzy.
“Conspiracies,” Westwood said. …
“Give me an example.”
“Smoke alarms are compulsory in homes because they contain cameras and microphones wirelessly linked to the government, with poison gas capsules too, in case the government doesn’t like what you’re saying or doing.”
Reacher said, “What kind of beams?”
“Mind-controlling beams. They come off the bottom of civilian airliners. The FAA requires the. That’s why they charge for checked bags now, so people will use carry-on instead, which leaves more space in the hold for the equipment …
… a single scribbled number 4. Which was a number of moderate technical interest, and most famous for being the only number in the entire universe that matched the number of letters in its own world in English: four.
Wagon trains went dead straight when they could. Why wouldn’t they? No one put in extra miles just for the fun of it.
The diner was clean and pleasant and attractively decorated, but it was above all else a working place, designed to swap calories for money as fast as possible.
Let’s eat first. Eat when you can. That’s the golden rule.
“They call it anhedonia. The inability to experience pleasure.”
Reacher put his toothbrush in his pocket, and she packed her suitcase, with her comb, and her computer, and its charger and her phone charger.
Either way Reacher figured he might as well find out. He had no place to go, and all the time in the world to get there, so detours cost him nothing.
Forty thousand suicides every year in America. One every thirteen minutes. Statistically we’re more likely to kill ourselves than each other. Who knew?
The rich are getting richer and the poor are getting poorer, and that’s good news for the bodyguard business.
Pre-natal care, perinatal care, post-natal care, pediatrics, nutrition, education, orthodontics, vacations, college, postgrad, a fiancé, the whole nine yards. Her assembly line had worked just fine. The American dream, a spectacular result.
We live in strange times. Poor people are fat, and rich people are thin. That never happened before.
The only fights you truly win are the ones you don’t have.
There is several pages inside the book on the "Silk Road" type of high tech criminal communities. Here is a short introduction:
… It was a Zen question. Was a weapon you couldn’t trust a weapon at all?
He liked fiction better than fact, because fact often wasn’t. Like most people he knew a couple of things for sure, up close and eyeballed, and when he saw them in books they were wrong. So he liked made-up stories better, because everyone knew where they were from the get-go.
Once he had read a book about a cartel accountant, who spent five grand a month on rubber bands alone, just to package all the cash.
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