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Hour Game

Thursday, September 10, 2009 @ 11:18 PM

THE man in the rain slicker walked slightly bent over, his breathing labored and his body sweaty. The extra weight he was bearing, though not at all that substantial, was awkwardly placed, and the terrain was uneven. It was never an easy thing to tote a dead body through the woods in the middle of the night. He shifted the corpse to his left shoulder and trudged on. The soles of his shoes bore no distinguishing marks; not that it would have mattered, since the rain was why he was here. The inclement weather was the best friend he could ask for.
Aside from the dead body draped over his sturdy shoulder, the man was also remarkable for the black hood he wore, on which was stitched on esoteric symbol that ran down the length of the cloth. It was a circle with crosshairs through its middle. Probably instantly recognizable to anyone over the age of fifty, the logo once inspired a dread that had significantly eroded with time. It didn't matter that no one 'alive' would see him wearing the hood; he took grim satisfactation in its lethal symbolisation.
Within ten minutes he'd reached the location he'd carefully selected on an earlier visit, and laid the body down with a reverence that belied the violent manner in which the person had died. He took a deep breath and held it as he undid the telephone wire holding the bundle closed, and unwrapped the plastic. She was young with features that had been attractive two days prior; the woman was not much to look at now. The soft blond hair fell away from the greenish-tinged skin, revealing closed eyes and bloated cheeks. Had the eyes been open, they might have still held the startled gaze of the deceased as sheendured her own murder, an experience replicated roughly thirty thousand times each year in America.

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Above is the first few paragraphs of the #1 new york bestseller-Hour Game, by David Baldacci. It's a surprisingly good read, as i was just randomly flipping through the books in the school's library the other day during one boring recess. Somehow the new book caught my attention so i grabbed it and read it in a corner. Just by reading the first chapter of the book, i got hooked onto it. It's not some dumb mystery book that is so ordinary that you quickly get sick of the plot when you continue reading the next few chapters. In fact, it's so interesting and engaging that once you started reading, you can't seem to pull yourself away from the book. I encourage everyone to read it:)

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SUMMARY:

"HE'S COPYING FAMOUS SERIAL KILLERS. AND THE GAME HAS JUST BEGUN."
A woman is found murdered in the woods. It seems like a simple case but it soon escalates into a terrible mightmare. Someone is replicating the killing styles of the most infamous murderes of all time. No one knows this criminal's motives...or who will die next.
Two ex-Secret Service agents, Sean King and Michelle Maxwell, have been hired to defend a man's innoncence in a burglary involving an aristocratic, dysfunctional family. Then a series of secrets leads the partners right into the frantic hunt that is confounding even the FBI. Now King and Maxwell are playing the Hour Game, uncovering one horrifying relevation after another and putting their lives in danger. For the closer they get to the truth, the closer they get to the most shocking surprise of all.