"One of the worst books ever written."
No way.
Meh.
Possibly.
Not really.
This really can't be considered a book, per se. All it is, really, is a collection of quotes which have been copy and pasted into a text document. Period. I could have done that.
"Gyllenhaal: so-so actor and a terrible narrator"
A different narrator.
There isn't a story.
Nothing.
That's hard to say since nothing of interest happens in the book.
Chapter 7 is when I really started to hate the book. Here's chapter 7 as it would appear in Cliff's Notes: It's hot. Isn't it hot? Why is it so hot? Why does anyone get married in the summer? I think the sun is getting hotter. No. I read somewhere it's getting cooler.
"Third time out with Lee Child is a "no" for me."
Child once again babbles on ad infinitum over mundane details that should have been excised by a better editor.
Make it shorter.
None.
Not really.
Reacher #1: Killing Floor was very good. Reacher #2: Die Trying was good, even though Reacher spends almost half of the book in the back of a truck. Lame. This one is so bad I can't finish it.
I'm guessing there's no reason to even start Reacher #4.
"23 chapters of Reacher in the back of a truck."
Listen to chapter 1, then skip the 23 chapters with Reacher in the back of a truck. Part 2 picks up considerably.
Reacher #3, as long as there aren't any trucks.
A very good performance.
Yes.
"Weak effort"
The far too numerous flashbacks in this book are always tedious and often pointless. Keep you finger on your iPod's fast-forward button.