Definitely the worst Jack Reacher saga and possibly the worst book ever. Its cardboard characters CRAWLED to the finishing line. First time that I've ever set the audible speed on my iPod to "Fast" (only because I'm one of those people who can't NOT finish a book, no matter how bad). And absolutely the most convoluted plot ever.
Once authors develop a following, why do some of them feel the need to start using their books as soap boxes? Get off your soap box, Lee Child, and go back to what you're great at doing: telling edge-of-your-seat stories through Jack "Dirty Harry" Reacher. PLEASE, turn off your inner Michael Moore. It just doesn't jive with Jack Reacher.
Adrian McKinty is a darn good storyteller. He’s the real thing and keeps getting better and better.
Don’t let this book fool you. Yes, it’s an action-packed thriller, but it’s much more than that. The story is brutal but beautifully, hauntingly, and lyrically written. Imagine a cross pollination of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Chuck Palahniuk. Or James Joyce and Quentin Tarantino. Add laugh out loud passages – the humor is priceless – and little bits and pieces information of all kinds, and you have all the ingredients for a story that’s absolutely impossible to put down.
“Hidden River” is still my favorite Adrian McKinty novel – your first is often your most memorable – but “Falling Glass” is close (the Dead trilogy is also close… OK, it’s hard to pick a favorite).
The hero of “Falling Glass” is a good but flawed Irish boy who just wants to recover losses from the bad economy and go back to studying architecture. Killian’s out of “the business” but decides to go back one last time to pull himself out of debt. Thus the ride begins, the roller coaster cranking on the upswing, quickly reaching the crest and before you know it, you’re hanging onto your seat and your hair is standing on end.
I'm with earlier reviewer Suzan -- McKinty is on my favorite author list. This book races with excitement but I also had to stop and re-read passages because they are so beautifully written. Michael Forsythe, the protagonist, is a force to be reckoned with, but he's also very human and VERY funny. I love this whole series and hope Michael Forsythe returns.
Great lyrical writing pulled me in immediately and kept me reading. I was very sad when I finished, so I bought the audio version and listened to it, too. If there was another media available, I'd buy that, too. It's that GOOD.
Frank McCourt wrote this blurb about McKinty:
"If you're a writer embarking on a new work beware of reading anything by Adrian McKinty. His prose is so hard, so tough, so New York honest you'll find yourself taking a knife to your work. He is a cross between Mickey Spillane and Damon Runyon - the toughest, the best."
I listened to this book after "My Sister's Keeper" hoping for some of the same fresh writing but was quite disappointed. Perhaps Picoult should move to social essays instead of preaching to us through her fiction. The characters in "Nineteen Minutes" bang us over the head over and over again (which by the way, is quite a feat given they're made of cardboard). Every action, thought, and dialog demonstrate and support a notion that nobody should be held accountable for their actions. Instead, society is the big, bad wolf responsible for every bad thing that happens and no individual should ever really be held responsible for bad mothering, neglect, awful behavior, or even murder. Bad behavior and actions are programmed into you by a rotten society but it's unclear where good actions and behavior come from -- that part seems to be the "mystery" of the book. Rationalizations for lousy, neglectful mothering got tiring after the first 20 pages and didn't let up until the very end.
I hope Picoult's pedantic phase is out of the way now and she'll get off her soap box and back to good character-driven fiction.
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