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Audiobook Review #2
Deal Breaker by Harlen Coben

Those of you waiting with bated breath (yes both of you) for my next scintillating audiobook review after the first installation your wait is over. I read a book called Tell No One by Harlen Coben. It was a GREAT mystery book, a real page turner and a quick read. After checking out the authors website, I found that he previously wrote a series of novels about a Sports Agent wannabe detective named Myron Bolitar. The series of books popped up on Usenet (the last bastion of complete and unfettered copyright protection violations) and I decided to give the first of the series, Deal Breaker, a listen.

If you are an AudiobookPhile such as myself, you know how important the reader of the book is. The book can be the best thing since the Bible, but if the reader is bad, it will ruin the audio book. My initial reaction to Jonathan Marosz was negative. Didn't like his style at all. But after the first chapter it got a bit better and the story took over. Myron Bolitar is a sports agent, a former Duke University basketball star destined for the NBA until a freak knee injury ended his sports career. The book begins with Myron on the brink of signing his biggest client to a lucrative NFL contract. Christian Steele is one of the most highly touted quarterbacks to come out in recent memory. Christian receives a call from his supposedly dead fiance and the mystery unwinds from there. Is Karen really alive? If so, where is she. If she's dead, who made the call. The twisty path that is Deal Breaker kept my attention and guessing at every corner. A rich cast of characters is introduced and continue throughout the series. It was a good "read" and highly recommend it to any mystery fan. If it weren't for the new Dean Koontz audiobook, The Taking, becoming available I would have went directly to the second book, Drop Shot.

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Anonymous said…
Try the DaVinci Code or Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. They are excellent books, and Im sure would be good on audio.

From a book lovin librarian....
Mmmbacon said…
Both great books, I listend to Da Vinci code first (finding out later that Angels and Demons came first). I actually thought Angels and Demons was better. Ron Howards has the rights to DaVinci code and supposedly cast Russel Crowe as Langdon...

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