Never Go Back

Never Go Back

A Jack Reacher Novel

eBook - 2013
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"Never go back--but Jack Reacher does, and the past finally catches up with him. Never Go Back is #1 New York Times bestselling author Lee Child's new novel of action-charged suspense starring "one of the best thriller characters at work today" (Newsweek). Former military cop Jack Reacher makes it all the way from snowbound South Dakota to his destination in northeastern Virginia, near Washington, D.C.: the headquarters of his old unit, the 110th MP. The old stone building is the closest thing to a home he ever had. Reacher is there to meet--in person--the new commanding officer, Major Susan Turner, so far just a warm, intriguing voice on the phone. But it isn't Turner behind the CO's desk. And Reacher is hit with two pieces of shocking news, one with serious criminal consequences, and one too personal to even think about. When threatened, you can run or fight. Reacher fights, aiming to find Turner and clear his name, barely a step ahead of the army, and the FBI, and the D.C. Metro police, and four unidentified thugs. Combining an intricate puzzle of a plot and an exciting chase for truth and justice, Lee Child puts Reacher through his paces--and makes him question who he is, what he's done, and the very future of his untethered life on the open road. Praise for #1 bestselling author Lee Child and his Jack Reacher series "Child is a superb craftsman of suspense."--Entertainment Weekly "The truth about Reacher gets better and better."--Janet Maslin, The New York Times"-- Provided by publisher.
Publisher: New York : Delacorte Press, [2013]
Edition: First Edition.
ISBN: 9780440339373
Characteristics: 1 online resource (400 pages)


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Sep 23, 2019

I'd put the quality of this at about 6/10 compared to other Reacher novels. I liked the storyline, except for the poorly developed teenager toward the end (pretty sure no teen thinks or talks like that). A bit of an anticlimactic ending, but that's life.

Sep 22, 2019

Good , but not great. It starts well, carrying on from 61 Hours, but starts to slow down in the middle. At 635 pages its just too long and drawn out, too much driving around the country, too much eating in diners, sleeping in motels, etc, , and detailed menu description. That's all just filler.

Dec 20, 2018

The only problem with novels like these is that they are insomnia inducing. You can't get a good night's sleep because you can't put the book down. It's horrible that Child is so talented to conjure up a story out of whole cloth. Even when you've discovered the MacGuffin it doesn't detract from driving deliriously to the denouement.

Jan 26, 2017

Start's out fast and furiously, however fades into a dull west coast experience. Totally different from the movie so that is a plus, but not his top 15.

Aug 06, 2016

The movie is coming out in October. Read the book first, as always.

Dec 31, 2014

Lee Child's Jack Reacher stories rarely disappoint me, and this was no exception.

Jul 26, 2014

Hard to read; don't think I'll read this author again.

Jul 08, 2014

I've read some of the Jack Reacher novels. This one was boring beyond belief. Started out okay and then descended into what I considered a fill-in-the pages non-plot. I'd ask myself what the h*** is going on and what's the purpose of this book?! Plenty of description - boring and adding nothing to the supposed plot. Forced myself to finish the book since I'd already given some hours to it. A complete waste of time. Give it up Mr. Child!

Apr 17, 2014

There’s something comforting in Lee Child’s Jack Reacher. Reacher is essentially invincible and the enemies are truly bad. Characters, who we might like in an individual novel, may die but Reacher goes on as he travels the USA. For several novels Reacher has been travelling to see a Major Turner who is one of his successors. Needless to say she’s in trouble and Reacher has to lead the charge to save her. Never Go Back is up to previous Reacher standards although it doesn’t have the thunderous climax of earlier novels. Still good.

hgeng63 Feb 18, 2014

What a dud. No plot; gratuitous sex; no thrills. I couldn't even laugh at the Hemingway-esque writing style; there wasn't any.

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Jul 13, 2019

" head was screaming threat threat threat center mass bang and I blinked and found out I had gone and done it, right through the heart. The guy was dead before he hit the ground."

"And you need me right now for what?"

"Are you telling me you don't offer counseling?"

"Not a core strength."

"Fortunately I'm a professional soldier, and won't need counseling."

"Then how may I help you?"

"I need you to move the body. I can't lift it."

Feb 09, 2017

They were something else. Bad news, not good. In which case immediate action was always the best bet. Easy enough to mime sudden comprehension and an eager approach and a hand raised in welcome, and easy enough to let the eager approach become unstoppable momentum, and to turn the raised hand into a scything blow, elbow into the left-hand guy’s face, hard and downward, followed by a stamp of the right foot, as if killing an imaginary cockroach had been the whole point of the manic exercise, whereupon the bounce off the stamp would set up the same elbow backhand into the right-hand guy’s throat, one, two, three, smack, stamp, smack, game over. Easy enough. And always the safest approach. Reacher’s mantra was: Get your retaliation in first. Especially when outnumbered two-to-one against guys with youth and energy on their side.

Feb 09, 2017

No one kicks things with soft white athletic shoes. No point. Unless they were aiming to deliver blows with their feet merely for the points value alone. Like one of those martial arts fetishes with a name like something off a Chinese food menu. Tae Kwon Do, and so on. All very well at the Olympic Games, but hopeless on the street. Lifting your leg like a dog at a hydrant was just begging to get beat. Begging to get tipped over and kicked into unconsciousness.
Hit a guy hard enough in the side of the head, and he didn’t spring back up ready to carry on the fight. He stayed down for an hour or more, all sick and dizzy and disoriented. A lesson learned long ago: the human brain was much more sensitive to side-to-side displacement than front-to-back. An evolutionary quirk, presumably, like most things.

Feb 09, 2017

SAWs were Squad Automatic Weapons, which were fearsome fully-automatic machine guns, with fearsome capacities and fearsome capabilities.
The diner stood alone at the end of the strip, in its own lot. It was a white stucco affair with the kind of inside decor that made Reacher bet the owner was Greek and there would be a million items on the menu. Which made it a restaurant, in his opinion, not a diner. Diners were lean, mean, stripped-down places, as ruthless as combat rifles.
He sat still for a long spell and stared ahead through the windshield. They couldn’t find you before. They won’t find you now. The army doesn’t use skip tracers. And no skip tracer could find you anyway. Not the way you seem to live.

Feb 09, 2017

Reacher stepped forward and kicked the fat guy in the nuts, solid, right foot, as serious as punting a ball the length of the field, and the guy went down so fast and so hard it was like someone had bet him a million bucks he couldn’t make a hole in the dirt with his face. There was a noise like a bag hitting a floor, and the guy curled up tight and his blubber settled and went perfectly still.
She took her shirt off. She was everything he thought she would be, and she was everything he had ever wanted.
Each one of them a perfect fifty-fifty chance in its own right. But four correct answers in a row were a six-in-a-hundred improbability. Hope for the best. Which Reacher did. To some extent justifiably, he felt. Statistics were cold and indifferent. Which the real world wasn’t, necessarily. The army was an imperfect institution.

Feb 09, 2017

Reacher thought he was a bad driver. At first he had meant it as a safety-first subterfuge, rightly assuming it would remind him to concentrate, but then he had learned it was true. His spatial awareness and his reaction times were all based on a human scale, not a highway scale. They were up close and personal. Animal, not machine. Maybe Turner was right. Maybe he was feral. Not that he was a terrible driver. Just worse than the average driver. But not worse than the average I-710 driver, on that particular morning, on the section known as the Long Beach Freeway. People were eating, and drinking, and shaving, and brushing their hair, and applying makeup, and filing nails, and filing papers, and reading, and texting, and surfing, and holding long conversations on cell phones, some of which were ending in screams, and some of which were ending in tears.

Feb 09, 2017

“It has to be exact,” Reacher said. “You know what Congress is like. If one guy puts Avenue and another guy puts A-v-e, it’s liable to get thrown out.”
He looked medium sized and reasonably healthy, and not much over sixty. But he looked tired. And he had a very lugubrious manner. He had the look of a man who had taken on the world, and lost.
The lizard brain stirred, and a billion years later Reacher leaned forward an inch.
“What’s on your mind?” “I want a clean arrest. I want them in the cells at Dyer, and I want a full-dress court martial. I want it textbook, Reacher. I want to be exonerated in public. I want the jury to hear every word, and I want a ruling from the bench.”


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