Ten years after the high-profile kidnapping of two young boys, only one returns home... By the international number one bestselling author of Tell No One and Fool Me Once, soon to be a major movie starring Julia Roberts.
'ANOTHER INSTANT COBEN BOLITAR CLASSIC' Michael J Fox
For ten long years two boys have been missing.
Now you think you've seen one of them.
He's a young man. And he's in trouble.
Do you approach him?
Ask him to come home with you?
And how can you be sure it's really him?
You thought your search for the truth was over.
It's only just begun.
Praise for Home
'Coben is a phenomenon - the most reliable of American thriller-writers, the least likely to disappoint ... the true mystery is Coben's extraordinary capacity to keep writing such wonderful thrillers' - The Times
'Another instant Coben Bolitar classic.' - Michael J Fox
'Told at breakneck pace, it glows on the page… Terrifying and unputdownable.' - Daily Mail
'Just finished the brilliant new @HarlanCoben novel 'Home'. Myron, Win and the gang are all back, and some of it is even in London. Loved it!' - Richard Osman
'To the aficionados of the series, this will feel like a homecoming' - The Guardian
'The skill of Harlan Coben is illustrated by the ease that this novel uncoils, with humour and empathy striating the twisty narrative … Home doesn’t require a bookmark as it is hard to put the book down once the spine is broken, as your hands will appear glued to the binding' - Shots
Format & Editions
May 29, 2017
September 22, 2016
October 15, 2016
The boy who had been missing for ten years stepped into the light.
I am not one for hysterics or even feeling much of what might be labeled astonishment. I have seen much in my forty-plus years. I have nearly been killed—and I have killed. I have seen depravity that most would find difficult, if not downright inconceivable, to comprehend—and some would argue that I have administered the same.
I have learned over the years to control my emotions and, more important, my reactions during stressful, volatile situations. I may strike quickly and violently, but I do nothing without a certain level of deliberation and purpose.
These qualities, if you will, have saved me and those who matter to me time and time again.
Yet I confess that when I first saw the boy—well, he was a teenager now, wasn’t he?—I could feel my pulse race. A thrumming sound echoed in my ears. Without conscious thought, my hands formed two fists.
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