Defending Jacob: A Novel
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NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY
Entertainment Weekly • The Boston Globe • Kansas City Star
“A legal thriller that’s comparable to classics such as Scott Turow’s Presumed Innocent . . . Tragic and shocking, Defending Jacob is sure to generate buzz.”—Associated Press
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Andy Barber has been an assistant district attorney for two decades. He is respected. Admired in the courtroom. Happy at home with the loves of his life: his wife, Laurie, and their teenage son, Jacob.
Then Andy’s quiet suburb is stunned by a shocking crime: a young boy stabbed to death in a leafy park. And an even greater shock: The accused is Andy’s own son—shy, awkward, mysterious Jacob.
Andy believes in Jacob’s innocence. Any parent would. But the pressure mounts. Damning evidence. Doubt. A faltering marriage. The neighbors’ contempt. A murder trial that threatens to obliterate Andy’s family.
It is the ultimate test for any parent: How far would you go to protect your child? It is a test of devotion. A test of how well a parent can know a child. For Andy Barber, a man with an iron will and a dark secret, it is a test of guilt and innocence in the deepest sense.
How far would you go?
Praise for Defending Jacob
“Ingenious . . . Nothing is predictable. All bets are off.”—The New York Times
“Stunning . . . a novel that comes to you out of the blue and manages to keep you reading feverishly until the whole thing is completed.”—The Huffington Post
“Gripping, emotional murder saga . . . The shocking ending will have readers pulling up their bedcovers to ward off the haunting chill.”—People
“The hype is justified. . . . Exceptionally serious, suspenseful, engrossing.”—The Washington Post
“Even with unexpected twists and turns, the two narratives interlock like the teeth of a zipper, building to a tough and unflinching finale. This novel has major motion picture written all over it.”—The Boston Globe
“Yes, this book came out in January. No, we are not done talking about it.”—Entertainment Weekly
Jacob. That’s a big group at the moment: anybody who knew Ben Rifkin, anybody who’s ticked off about this case—hell, anybody with basic cable.” “Great. So what do I do if I see him again?” “Cross the street. Then call me.” “You’ll send the public relations department?” “I’ll send the Eighty-Second Airborne if I have to.” I smiled. “I still got a few friends,” he assured me. “Are they going to let you go back to CPAC?” “Depends. We’ll see if Rasputin lets them when he becomes DA.” “He
began. But the words did not come. “What? Somebody tell me!” “My father is in prison. He has been for a long time.” “But you never knew your father.” “That’s not entirely true.” “But you said. You’ve always said.” “I did, I said. I’m sorry for that. I never really knew him, that was true. But I knew who he was.” “You lied to me?” “I didn’t tell you the whole truth.” “You lied.” I shook my head. All the reasons, all the things I had felt as a kid, seemed ridiculous and inadequate now. “I
works: you spend all your time making money so you can trade it for stuff, then—” “Now it’s gone?” “—then you go out and make more money so you can buy more stuff—” “Jacob, the knife is gone?” “Yeah. My dad took it.” “You have the knife, Andy?” “No. It’s gone.” “You got rid of it?” “It was dangerous. It wasn’t an appropriate knife for a kid to have. It wasn’t a toy. Any father would have—” “Andy, I’m not accusing you of anything. I’m just trying to confirm what happened.” “Sorry. Yes, I
to forget, I purposely forgot, I was entitled to forget. Mr. Logiudice: You were entitled? Witness: Yes. It was a personal matter. Mr. Logiudice: Was it, though? You never really believed that. You forgot who your father was? Forgot what your son might become if he turned out like Grandpa? Come on, you don’t forget a thing like that. You knew. “Confirmation bias”! Witness: Step back, Neal. Mr. Logiudice: You knew. Witness: Step back. Get out of my face. Act like a lawyer, for once. Mr.
foolish thing to say. I’m sorry.” “Never mind how you phrased it. Do you still believe it? Is my son’s heart two sizes too small?” “We need to work on building an emotional vocabulary for Jacob. It’s not about the size of his heart. His emotional maturity is not at the same level as his peers.” “What level is it at? His emotional maturity?” Deep breath. “Jacob presents some of the characteristics of a boy half his age.” “Seven! My son has the emotional maturity of a seven-year-old! That’s