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Cielle curled her legs beneath herself on the couch. \u201cIs it scary?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBeing sick?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded. Her fists rose to her chin, elbows on her knees. She might have been six or ten. \u201cWhat\u2019s it like?\u201d<\/p>\n
He could feel Janie, too, focused on him. The stillness was electric.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt teaches you that no part of you is sacred,\u201d he said. \u201cAnd that other people are.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Dear heavens,<\/strong> what Gregg Hurwitz puts me through with his novels.<\/p>\n
Listen to the premise of The Survivor<\/a><\/em>:<\/p>\n
Nate Overbay has nothing left to live for. He lost his family, thanks to PTSD. Now he has ALS (Lou Gehrig\u2019s Disease). And so he climbs out on a ledge on the 11th story of a bank building, to get it over with before the real suffering starts.<\/p>\n
But instead of killing himself, he stops a bloody bank robbery, killing four out of five of the bank robbers. The lone survivor, before fleeing, tells him, \u201cHe will make you pay, in ways you can\u2019t imagine.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n
Soon, in spite of a steadily failing body, Nate is fighting desperately for the lives of his wife and daughter. Along the way he finds redemption he\u2019d never thought possible.<\/p>\n
Completely implausible. I didn\u2019t believe the premise for a second. This book is so over the top it would never work if it weren\u2019t being told by a consummate storyteller who knows how to flip all our switches. You will care \u2013 deeply \u2013 about this man and his family, people who come alive in stirring ways. You\u2019ll even care about the villain, to an extent. The Survivor<\/em> is, simply, a moving, irresistible read.<\/p>\n
Cautions for language, violence, and plain intensity.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Cielle curled her legs beneath herself on the couch. \u201cIs it scary?\u201d \u201cBeing sick?\u201d She nodded. Her fists rose to her chin, elbows on her knees. She might have been six or ten. \u201cWhat\u2019s it like?\u201d He could feel Janie, too, focused on him. The stillness was electric. \u201cIt teaches you that no part of … Continue reading ‘The Survivor,’ by Gregg Hurwitz<\/span>