Cari Mora
from the creator of Hannibal Lecter
-
-
3.5 • 90 Ratings
-
-
- £4.99
Publisher Description
_______________________
A story of evil, greed and the consequences of dark obsession.
Twenty-five million dollars in cartel gold lies hidden beneath a mansion on the Miami Beach waterfront. Ruthless men have tracked it for years.
Cari Mora, caretaker of the house, has escaped the violence of her native country.
Beautiful and marked by war, she catches the eye of Hans-Peter Schneider, the insatiably violent leader of the group of men looking for the gold.
But Cari has surprising skills, and her will to survive has been tested before…
_______________________
‘Tantalising and engaging’
The Times
‘Expertly delivered and fast-paced.’
Evening Standard
‘A supreme thriller.'
Daily Mail
‘Memorably horrific.’
Financial Times
‘Like running a slow hand down cold silk.’
Stephen King
APPLE BOOKS REVIEW
Thomas Harris—the twisted genius who gave the world The Silence of the Lambs and its powerhouse protagonist, Clarice Starling—returns with another gasp-inducing thriller starring an unlikely heroine. Cari Mora, an immigrant housekeeper in Miami, is doing her best to keep a low profile, but that changes when a sickeningly amoral contractor discovers a trove of cartel cash hidden in the house Cari manages. It turns out that this formidable survivor can really hold her own…even when facing an evil adversary who’ll stop at nothing. Harris’ first book in more than a decade proves that he’s a true master of the cat-and-mouse game.
Customer Reviews
Lightweight
This was such a desperately thin novel. I’m still reeling at the flimsy 172 pages, the thumbnail character sketches and the absolute lack of agency of Cari Mora. A flat plot and lots of incomplete and unsatisfying storylines. The final ‘scene’ (because this felt like a poor script) was depressingly anticlimactic. A very quick, dull read.
Was expecting something better
Disappointing
Totally lacking conviction
Where to start... This book feels like TH felt the need to write another book. Not because he really wanted to, but because he felt he HAD to. Hardly ever have I read a book that felt so forced out, so uncomfortable, so disconnected. It lacks conviction, through and through, and nothing of the great vibe of TH’s previous outstanding and precious work shines through. I felt a sense of unease about TH in it, almost like he didn’t really enjoy writing it, let alone reading it. So sad, really. Sir, with all due, please stick to cooking from now on. Thank you.