Tenderness

Lori sucht die Nähe von Eric, der mehrere Menschen getötet hat. Eric ist irritiert, denn Loris unbefangene Zuneigung ist echt. Das bringt ihn aus dem Konzept - denn eigentlich müsste er so ein Mädchen beseitigen ...

Zusatztext * "Cormier is in top form in this cilling portrait...a sense of 'tenderness' pervades this gripping tale." -- School Library Journal ! starred review "Cormier's latest is a mesmerizing plunge into the mind of a psychopathic teen killer that is both deeply disturbing and utterly compelling." -- Booklist "A serial killer; an aging cop with a hunch; an impulsive 15-year-old runaway: Three familiar characters are spun by a master of suspense into another disturbing study in emotional dysfunction." -- Kirkus Reviews "Rarely has Cormier's irony been darker...readers will stay on the edge of their seats." -- Publishers Weekly Informationen zum Autor Robert Cormier Klappentext EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD ERIC HAS just been released from juvenile detention for murdering his mother and stepfather. Now he's looking for some tendernesstenderness he finds in caressing and killing beautiful girls. Fifteen-year-old Lori has run away from home again. Emotionally naive but sexually precocious, she is also looking for tendernesstenderness she finds in Eric. Will Lori and Eric be each other's salvation or destruction? "Cormier is in top form in this chilling portrait of a serial murderer. . . . Gripping.School Library Journal, Starred An ALA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults"You're a psychopath, Eric." The smoke came out of the lieutenant's mouth as if his words were stoked by an inner fire. "A monster." Eric recoiled, as if the old cop had struck him in the face. Monster? "Chances are you'll kill again. You know it and I know it." Or was the old cop merely trying to taunt him? Trying to make him lose his cool? Don't let him do that. Monster was only a word, anyway. And those were the only weapons the lieutenant had: words. "You're taking a lot for granted, Lieutenant," Eric said, the sound of his voice reassuring, establishing his control of the conversation once more. "You're making wild accusations. I wasn't even convicted by a jury. A judge heard my case. He didn't think I was a monster. He was very sympathetic. So were a lot of other people." "Other people? Did you take a close look at them? Who they were, what they were? You killed your mother and father, Eric. In cold blood." Not sounding tired anymore. Eric did not smile but his eyes gleamed. The lieutenant did not know about the others. Nobody knew about them. Zusammenfassung EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD ERIC HAS just been released from juvenile detention for murdering his mother and stepfather. Now he's looking for some tendernesstenderness he finds in caressing and killing beautiful girls. Fifteen-year-old Lori has run away from home again. Emotionally naive but sexually precocious! she is also looking for tendernesstenderness she finds in Eric. Will Lori and Eric be each other's salvation or destruction? Cormier is in top form in this chilling portrait of a serial murderer. . . . Gripping. School Library Journal ! Starred An ALA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults ...

Autorentext

Robert Cormier

Klappentext

EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD ERIC HAS just been released from juvenile detention for murdering his mother and stepfather. Now he's looking for some tenderness—tenderness he finds in caressing and killing beautiful girls. Fifteen-year-old Lori has run away from home again. Emotionally naive but sexually precocious, she is also looking for tenderness—tenderness she finds in Eric. Will Lori and Eric be each other's salvation or destruction?

"Cormier is in top form in this chilling portrait of a serial murderer. . . . Gripping.”—School Library Journal, Starred

An ALA Top Ten Best Book for Young Adults

Leseprobe
"You're a psychopath, Eric."  The smoke came out of the lieutenant's mouth as if his words were stoked by an inner fire.  "A monster."

Eric recoiled, as if the old cop had struck him in the face.  Monster?

"Chances are you'll kill again.  You know it and I know it."

Or was the old cop merely trying to taunt him?  Trying to make him lose his cool?  Don't let him do that.  Monster was only a word, anyway.  And those were the only weapons the lieutenant had: words.

"You're taking a lot for granted, Lieutenant," Eric said, the sound of his voice reassuring, establishing his control of the conversation once more. "You're making wild accusations.  I wasn't even convicted by a jury.  A judge heard my case.  He didn't think I was a monster.  He was very sympathetic.  So were a lot of other people."

"Other people?  Did you take a close look at them?  Who they were, what they were?  You killed your mother and father, Eric.  In cold blood."  Not sounding tired anymore.

Eric did not smile but his eyes gleamed.  The lieutenant did not know about the others.  Nobody knew about them.