This book seemed like it was written to fill a qouta. I like many of Grishams books this one is just blah. I'm not a fan of Frank Muller, instead of captivating and adding his drawn out style puts you to sleep.
There was no characters that you cared about, every character was a bad person and you just don't care.
No, this was me trying him again. Biggest problem is how similar he is regardless of the story. I really don't like his performance.
I never would have published it
I will never get my time back but any chance of my money?
Slow, plodding and completely predictable. And if that wasn't bad enough Grisham presented only unlikable, morally despicable characters, not an admirable protagonist in the bunch.
This novel was a waste of my time and left me feeling blah. Muller's droning narration seemed to mimic my overall take on the story. I'll think twice before investing in another Grisham offering
It just doesn't sit well with me that our protagonists seemly ply their stock in trade – blackmail – successfully. I was left wanting justice for the innocents whose particular sexual tastes left them vulnerable.
The book is great, but the reader is terrible. At the end of every sentence he gives a big breathy whoosh. The annoyance factor is very very high.
Frank Muller used to be a great reader, but this shockingly bad.
This is by far the worst Grisham novel I have listened to (in order of preference: The Painted House, The Summons, The Last Juror, The Testamant, and The King of Torts). The plot was hardly worthy of a made-for TV movie script, totally contrived. And, like other reviewers stated, I grew tired of the affected "breathy" narration. Nevertheless, it kept my attention wondering where it would end.
I'll never know if the Brethren is another great book from John Grisham, unless I read it. That's because, try as I would, I could not get past the 1st chapter. The fault was not the story, but the reader Michael Beck. I'll never know if he got any better latter in the story, because I could not get past Beck's sandpaper-grating, reading style. He ended every sentence,no matter its meaning or intensity, in exactly the same way; the dropping off of a well-read sentence, into the dying guttural whisper one would reserve, only for the confidential emphasize that danger was ahead. When I heard my inside self saying "please, not this sentence too" only to hear Beck do it again, I knew it was time to call it quits. For the first time in the 54 years I've been reading, I asked for a refund on a book!
Although the storyline was worthwhile, the "breathy", over-dramatic and incredibly annoying narrator, ruins the entire experience. The narrator of this unabridged version is Frank Muller ? not to be confused with (as misstated by one of the previous reviewers) Michael Beck - who narrates the abridged version (and whom I enjoyed in The Last Juror). Mr. Muller should stick with radio ads or wrestling or monster truck rallies... Eleven hours of his drawn out, unnecessarily dramatic tones was too much to suffer through. I strongly recommend ?sampling? this narrative before gambling that you could sit through the whole thing...