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Summary
Summary
Written with input from director Rian Johnson, this official adaptation of Star Wars: The Last Jedi expands on the film to include scenes from alternate versions of the script and other additional content.
From the ashes of the Empire has arisen another threat to the galaxy's freedom: the ruthless First Order. Fortunately, new heroes have emerged to take up arms--and perhaps lay down their lives--for the cause. Rey, the orphan strong in the Force; Finn, the ex-stormtrooper who stands against his former masters; and Poe Dameron, the fearless X-wing pilot, have been drawn together to fight side-by-side with General Leia Organa and the Resistance. But the First Order's Supreme Leader Snoke and his merciless enforcer Kylo Ren are adversaries with superior numbers and devastating firepower at their command. Against this enemy, the champions of light may finally be facing their extinction. Their only hope rests with a lost legend: Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.
Where the action of Star Wars: The Force Awakens ended, Star Wars: The Last Jedi begins, as the battle between light and dark climbs to astonishing new heights.
Author Notes
Jason Fry is the author of the science fiction series Jupiter Pirates. These books are part adventure and part space -age-epic and geared toward kids in the 8-12 age demographic. Jason is also an editor and journalism consultant. He has written several Star Wars books and short stories. He also spent more than 12 years at The Wall Street Journal Online where he wrote The Real Time column about technology. He also co-wrote the Daily Fix, a daily roundup of sportswriting.
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New York Review of Books Review
FAILING UP By Leslie Odom Jr. (O' Read by the author. (Audible.) The Broadway phenom who originated the role of Aaron Burr in Hamilton and won a Tony for it draws on his own life, and success, to offer advice about living to your fullest potential, the radical king By Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Edited by Cornel West. Read by Wanda Sykes, Mike Colter, LeVar Burton, Gabourey Sidibe, Danny Glover, et al. (Audible.) West and a cast of many voices want to restore King's identity as a fierce and unyielding social democrat, defender of the poor and working class, in a tradition of political radicalism - it's a different look at the man mostly remembered now for his words of conciliation and peace. in conclusion, don't worry about it By Lauren Graham. Read by the author. (Random House Audio.) The beloved "Gilmore Girls" star expands here on a 2017 commencement speech she gave at her hometown high school, reflecting on her past and giving advice to the young, all the ways to say i love you By Neil LaBute. Read by Judith Light. (Audible.) LaBute, the bad boy of Broadway, presents a one-woman play about a schoolteacher with a secret, struggling mightily with her own guilt. Light, who won plaudits for the 2016 stage production, now picks up the role in this audio version, the last jedi: star wars By Jason Fry. Read by Marc Thompson. (Random House Audio.) For those who can't get enough "Star Wars," this is the official adaptation of the most recent film in the franchise, written with input from the director Rian Johnson, full of portent and force. & Noteworthy "As someone who's been writing about technology forever, I have a strong interest in people who can use lateral thinking and creative problem-solving skills to move the world forward. I'm also a military-history buff, so I'm loving Giles Milton's wellresearched 2016 book, published in the United States as Churchills ministry of ungentlemanly warfare, about the secret British government department tasked with creating new weapons, waging guerrilla warfare and thinking up inventive ways to whack Nazis during World War II. Milton's dry, witty narrative style helps balance descriptions of some ghastly maneuvers, making a pretty lively read. I'm learning about brilliantly mad makers like Cecil Clarke, who developed the prototype for an underwater mine crafted (in part) from a tin Woolworth's bowl, aniseed candy balls, blasting gelatin and a condom - and cost less than ?6 to make. Now that's innovation." J. D. BIERSDORFER, TECH TIP COLUMNIST AND BOOK REVIEW PRODUCTION EDITOR, ON WHAT SHE'S READING.
Excerpts
Excerpts
Luke Skywalker stood in the cooling sands of Tatooine, his wife by his side. The strip of sky at the horizon was still painted with the last orange of sunset, but the first stars had emerged. Luke peered at them, searching for something he knew was already gone. "What did you think you saw?" Camie asked. He could hear the affection in her voice--but if he listened harder, he could hear the weariness as well. "Star Destroyer," he said. "At least I thought so." "Then I believe you," she said, one hand on his shoulder. "You could always recognize one--even at high noon." Luke smiled, thinking back to the long-ago day at Tosche Station when he'd burst in to tell his friends about the two ships sitting in orbit right above their heads. Camie hadn't believed him--she'd peered through his old macrobinoculars before dismissively tossing them back to him and seeking refuge from the relentless twin suns. Fixer hadn't believed him, either. Nor had Biggs. But he'd been right. His smile faded at the thought of Biggs Darklighter, who'd left Tatooine and died somewhere unimaginably far away. Biggs, who'd been his first friend. His only friend, he supposed. His mind retreated from the thought, as quickly as if his bare hand had strayed to a vaporator casing at midday. "I wonder what the Empire wanted out here," he said, searching the sky again. Resupplying the garrison at Mos Eisley hardly required a warship the size of a Star Destroyer. These days, with the galaxy at peace, it hardly required a warship at all. "Whatever it is, it's got nothing to do with us," Camie said. "That's right, isn't it?" "Of course it is," Luke said, his eyes reflexively scanning the lights that marked the homestead's perimeter. Such caution wasn't necessary-- no Tusken Raider had been seen this side of Anchorhead in two decades--but old habits died hard. The Tuskens are gone--nothing left of them but bones in the sand. For some reason that made him sad. "We've hit our Imperial quota for five years running," Camie said. "And we've paid our water tax to Jabba. We don't owe anybody anything. We haven't done anything." "We haven't done anything," Luke agreed, though he knew that was no guarantee of safety. Plenty of things happened to people who hadn't done anything--things that were never discussed again, or at least not by anyone with any sense. His mind went back to the long-ago days he kept telling himself not to think about. The droids, and the message--a holographic fragment in which a regal young woman pleaded for Obi-Wan Kenobi to help her. Let the past go. That's what Camie always told him. But staring into the darkness, Luke found that once again, he couldn't take her advice. The astromech droid had fled into the night while Luke was at dinner with his aunt and uncle. Fearing Uncle Owen's fury, Luke had taken a risk, slipping away from the farm despite the threat of Tuskens. But no Sand People had been on the prowl that night. Luke had found the runaway astromech and brought it back to the farm, pushing the landspeeder the last twenty meters to avoid waking Owen and Beru. Luke smiled ruefully, thinking--as he so often did--about everything that could have gone wrong. He could easily have died, becoming one more foolhardy moisture farmer claimed by the Tatooine night and what lurked in it. But he'd been lucky Luke assumed he'd never learn the mysterious young woman's identity. But he'd been wrong. It had been blasted out over the HoloNet for weeks, ending with a final report that before her execution, Princess Leia Organa had apologized for her treasonous past and called for galactic unity. Curiously, the Empire had never shared footage of those remarks, leaving Luke to remember his brief glimpse of the princess--and to wonder what desperate mission had caused her to seek out an old hermit on Tatooine. Whatever it was, it had failed. Alderaan was a debris field now, along with Mon Cala and Chandrila--all destroyed by the battle station that had burned out the infections of Separatism and rebellion, leaving the galaxy at peace. Or at least free of conflict. That was the same thing, or near enough. He realized Camie was saying his name, and not for the first time. "I hate it when you look like that," she said. "Look like what?" "You know what I mean. Like you think something went wrong. Like you got cheated, and this is all a big mistake. Like you should have followed Tank and Biggs, and gone to the Academy like you wanted to. Like you were meant to be far away from here." "Camie--" "Far away from me," she said in a smaller voice, turning away with her arms across her chest. "You know I don't feel that way," he said, placing his hands on his wife's shoulders and trying to ignore the way she stiffened at his touch. "We've made a good life, and this is where I was meant to be. Now come on--let's go inside. It's getting cold." Camie said nothing, but she let Luke lead her back toward the dome that marked the entrance to the homestead. Standing on the threshold, Luke lingered for a last look up into the night. But the Star Destroyer--if that was indeed what it had been--hadn't returned. Luke woke with a start, instinctively scooting up to a seated position. His mechanical hand whirred in protest, echoing the thrum of the insects that lived in the hardy grasses of Ahch-To. He tried to shake away the dream as he dressed, donning his woolens and waterproof jacket. He opened the metal door of his hut, then shut it quietly behind him. It was nearly dawn, with the pale coming day a glimmer like a pearl on the horizon, above the black void of the sea. The oceans of Ahch-To still astonished him--an infinity of water that could transform from blank and placid to roiling chaos. All that water still seemed impossible--at least in that way, he supposed, he was still a child of the Tatooine deserts. Farther down the slopes, he knew, the Caretakers would soon rise to begin another day, as they had for eons. They had work to do, and so did he--they because of their ancient bargain, and he because of his own choice. He'd spent his youth resenting chores on Tatooine; now they gave structure to his days on Ahch-To. There was milk to harvest, fish to catch, and a loose stone step to be put right. But not quite yet. Luke walked slowly up the steps until he reached the meadow overlooking the sea. He shivered--the summer was almost gone, and the dream still had him in its grip. That was no ordinary dream, and you know it. Luke raised the hood of his jacket with his mechanical hand, stroking his beard with the flesh-and-blood one. He wanted to argue with himself, but he knew better. The Force was at work here--it had cloaked itself in a dream, to slip through the defenses he'd thrown up against it. But was the dream a promise? A warning? Or both? Things are about to change. Something's coming. Excerpted from The Last Jedi by Jason Fry All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
