Don't know what I want to be when I grow up. Trip's cool though. Use Audible to make gym-training sane... And rip my imagination.
I am not a woman. I'm thinking you should be to enjoy this book. Instead, I studied it. See, I was expecting a puzzling murder mystery, what I got, I think, was a romance novel. Um, since I've never before experienced a romance novel - well this is what I was told they're supposed to be like, and so.... once starting it I decided to finish it so that I could claim an open-minded tour through a different culture.
Tour's over, I shall not return.
What I learned was that sex drives everything except when longing for sex is in charge. That the most successful people in the world are driven by their sexual fantasies and controlled by them. And that absolute female beauty might be the same thing as absolute power... Since absolute power corrupts... absolutely - we'll you sort of get the story arc here, right?
The reader was as good as the novel. Perhaps that is Steven Pacey's talent, and so I shall not avoid him as a result of this experience. Neither will I give him more than an additional strike.
I read this book in the 1980's and loved it but for some reason just wasn't as much into it this time.
When I discovered at the very end that Catherine was not dead
His diction was very clear and his rendition of the various foreign accents was very good
This book wasn't worth a credit, but it was cheap and the American accents were good for a laugh.