The Tourist by Olen Steinhauer Book Review

Rating: 5 out of 5.

About: Milo Weaver has been a tourist for many years, but he’s done. He has seen all there is to see and he’s just ready to settle down and live his life. Being a tourist, he was constantly putting himself in danger. Everything was going according to plan until a prisoner somehow manages to kill himself while being interogated by Milo. Suddenly, Milo finds himself in an investgation and on a chase he could never imagine.


Plot: I really enjoyed the plot and story behind this story. It was intense. It was dramatic. I really loved the story from the very beginning. It kind of reminds me of Orphan X. That’s a really good series as well.


Characters: I find that I didn’t really connect well with the characters too much. I can’t really explain it. I mean I tried to understand the logic behind some of their behaivors and attitudes. I just couldn’t. the one I could almost relate to was Milo and he was robotic sometimes.


Narration: The book was narrated by Tom Weiner. He did a really good performance of the book. I was highly impressed. This is the only book in the series he narrates though. I’m not sure why. I would gladly check out other books narrated by him.


Suggestions: I don’t really have many suggestions. I guess my biggest one is make the conversation flow less choppy between the characters. It’s not a major complaint. I just feel like sometimes they aren’t even having the same conversation.


Recommend: I strongly recommend this book.


Quotes:

Without balance, a life is no longer worth the effort.

They pretend they’re keeping everyone out, when in fact they’re locked in.

He dropped the body on the cot, wiped his hands against his pants, and backed up to the door. It had been years since he’d faced this, but even back then, when he saw death more often, he’d never gotten used to it. The sudden heft. The fast cooling. The fluids that leaked from the body (there—Roth’s orange jumpsuit darkened at the groin). The quick cessation of consciousness, of everything that person—no matter how despicable or virtuous—had experienced. It didn’t matter that minutes ago he’d wanted to ridicule this man’s false piousness. That wasn’t the point. The point was that, within this concrete cell, a whole world had suddenly ceased to exist. In a snap, right in front of him. That was death.

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