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sie nicht, dass sie selbst beobachtet wird. Und dass jemand in ihrer Wohnung ein und aus geht.2009, 413 Seiten, Maße: 14,5 x 22 cm, Gebunden, Deutsch

brilliant Tulane law student who comes up with an ingenious theory to explain the baffling assassinations of two Supreme Court justices in one day. They were shot and strangled by ace international terrorist Khamel, who loves the film Three Days of the Condor, but government gumshoes don't get what connects the deaths. Silly government guys! They died so the conservative president, who just wants to be left alone to play golf, will appoint new, conservative justices who will help out a case involving an industrialist who is the enemy of pelicans and other living things. It's all spelled out for them in Darby's brief. She likes to do legal feats to impress her boyfriend, her boyish law prof Thomas (who, like Grisham, prefers to shave at most once a week, and is cool, smart, and antiauthoritarian). The prof likes to paint her toes red, in homage to Susan Sarandon in Bull Durham. (Sarandon also starred in the film version of Grisham's The Client.) But when Thomas gets splattered by a car bomb meant for Darby, she escapes the hospital and hooks up with a Washington Post reporter, Gray Grantham, who sleuths like the guys in All the President's Men. Grisham wishes he hadn't written The Pelican Brief quite so quickly (his first novel, A Time to Kill, went through dozens of drafts), but Pelican's very breathlessness contributes to its dreamy, cinematic chase-o-rama atmosphere.

together than ever. But when a newly created winged boy, the magnificent Dylan, is introduced into the flock, their world is upended yet again.Maße: 12,9 x 19,7 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch

Georg»Mit Alex Delaware hat Jonathan Kellerman einen Meister der Vernehmung geschaffen.« Tobias Gohlis, Die ZeitDer Fund einer Frauenleiche in den Sümpfen des Naturschutzgebiets von Angeles sorgt für helle Aufregung. Denn der anonyme Anrufer, der die Polizei informiert hat, kündigt noch mehr Leichenfunde an. Und tatsächlich entdecken Detective Milo Sturgis und sein Team weitere tote Frauen im Moor - allesamt aus dem Prostituiertenmilieu. Nur eine will so gar nicht ins Schema passen: Selena Bass war eine hoch talentierte Musikerin, die als Musikpädagogin für eine der reichsten Familien der Stadt arbeitete. Als Milo Sturgis und Alex Delaware Selenas Arbeitgeber befragen wollen, stellt sich jedoch heraus, dass die gesamte Familie wie vom Erdboden verschluckt ist Der Psychologe Dr. Alex Delaware und sein Kollege Detective Milo Sturgis auf der Spur eines psychopathischen Mörders.Pressestimmen:Kellerman weiß wirklich, wie man den Leser süchtig macht. (New York Times Book Review)Leseprobe:Das macht doch jeder, ist keine Entschuldigung! Falsch.Denn wenn es jeder machen würde, wäre es ganz normal, oder? Und da Chance recherchiert hatte, wusste er, dass er nichts Falsches getan hatte:Er hatte Schummeln auf der Highschool gegoogelt (weil Teil der Strafe war, dass er einen Aufsatz schreiben musste). Dabei hatte er festgestellt, dass es vier von fünf Oberschülern machten - das sind achtzig Prozent, verflixt noch mal.Mehrheitsprinzip. Genau wie diese Sache auf seinem Sozialkundearbeitsblatt ... gesellschaftliche Normen.Gesell

Jurassic Park) extrapolating scientific possibilities into highly exciting (if implausible) tales of adventure. After his recent death (at a relatively young age), it was salutary to remember that his writing career had been a very long one -- so that when he took a concept that he might have used before (i.e., high tech amusement park goes disastrously wrong with fatal consequences for visitors) he could ensure that there was a lengthy gap so that people barely noticed (look at the plots of Westworld (1973) and the aforementioned Jurassic Park). And now we have his final book, published posthumously, Pirate Latitudes. For once, though, it looks as if Crichton were following the pack rather than leading it -- but things are not that clear cut as they might initially have seemed.Pirate Latitudes takes the reader back to 1665, when Charles II’s Jamaican colony is under serious threat, besieged on every side by the voracious Spanish empire. At the centre of this troubled outpost is its crowded capital, Port Royal, a lively (if festering) hangout for criminal dregs, who inhabit its taverns and brothels. This is the time of the privateer, when (with tacit royal sanction), ship's captains could make sorties against Spanish ships and outposts, plundering at will -- just so long as the Governor and King Charles are taken care of. Michael Crichton's protagonist in this colourful mix is Captain Charles Hunter, educated at Harvard and a man with keenly developed survival instincts. He is made aware a treasure galleon, which is at anchor in the heavily fortified Spanish island of Matanceros, and Hunter’s interest is piqued -- not least because this means he will be able to take on Philip of Spain's most ruthless enforcer, Cazalla. The stage is set for what will either be a glorious bit of naval smash-and-grab or that will end in the ignominious death of Charles Hunter and his motley crew.All of this, of course, suggests that Crichton (always a man aware of the commercial possibilities of any material) had been looking at the phenomenal success of the Pirates of the Caribbean series of films, and there is no doubt that some of the spirit of fun to be found here echoes that of the Johnny Depp-starring movies. But Crichton clearly remembered an earlier era, and the swashbuckling style of the (less parodic) Errol Flynn adventues is actually the template here (you'll notice the comparisons drawn here are cinematic rather than literary -- but Michael Crichton always straddled the two fields, and was a successful film director as well as novelist). Perhaps Pirate Latitudes isn't the final triumphant legacy we might wish for from Crichton, but (taken in the right spirit) it's uncomplicated, fast-moving fun. --Barry Forshaw