All survivors of genocide deserve to be heard, and Flory: A Miraculous Story of Survival is a book which holds the memories of a survivor. I finished this book thinking about how to review it. First, the reader is perfect for the book. "Flory" certainly isn't literature, it isn't even particularly good writing, but what it is, the telling of a story recreated from memory, diaries, newsclippings, and conversation, is worth reading. Before this book, I'd never thought of the people in the north of Holland during the occupation, but after reading it I definitely have a feel for what they went through. The characters presented are largely undeveloped, but the ugly story is told in a soft, tentative voice, and I was able to finish it and think about it because of the author's method of writing. I would recommend it to a reader seeking understanding of the human story.
The reader's coarse voice and inability to distinguish speakers detracts from the story, but I bought this at a bargain-basement price, and given that, the purchase was worhwhile. I found the story well constructed and the length about right. The plot seemed believable, which is creepy and thought-provoking. Literature it is not, but it is entertaining and captured me enough to keep listening in the car and around the house. I recommend it.
I enjoyed the story, which is as the publisher describes. I am a detail-oriented person, and found the inattention to detail just a little unsettling. As an example, Rachel starves herself and constantly appears to be watching every calorie. However, she seldom has an evening without alcohol. The drinking didn't detract from the story, but as every calorie-counter knows, alcoholic drinks contain lots of calories. That's just a little example, there were others. I was entertained by the story, but would prefer cleaner editing. Just saying in case others are also slightly rankled by inattention to detail.
I picked up Astonish Me after listening to a review of it on National Public Radio. The reviewer really liked the book, and it seemed like it would give me a glimpse into the (unknown to me) world of classical ballet. Two thirds of the way through the book I decided I could use my time more wisely and abandoned it. This is very unusual for me - I am a stick-to-it kinda gal. I found the reader's presentation to be ostentatious and pompous, when the story had very little pomp about it. Overall, I sum it up this way: I gave up, unastonished.
I love legal fiction, and I always enjoy Grisham. This time he's returned to a platform of telling a compelling tale and wrapping it in well-developed characters with baggage, charisma, and the incidental details of life that don't particularly add to the storyline, but definitely add to the reader learning about the character (which then significantly broadens the opportunities for story interpretation). I loved this book and no more perfect a reader could have been found - bravo to both Misters Grisham and Beck. I think I'll go back and re-read (listen) to some older Grisham books. Again, again. . .
I frequently set my iPod timer with the speaker under my head on the pillow top and 'listen myself to sleep.' This is not a good candidate for that type of listening/reading. The last quarter of the book wasn't as strong as the first three quarters (as many of the reviewers have mentioned) but I didn't find myself ready to end just because the story ending was a bit odd. All in all I found it to be a modern take on H.P. Lovecraft style writing - wierd fiction that kept my attention. It is exciting; it isn' particularly scary, gory or Stephen-King-style-thrilling. It's a good book. Listen to it.
I have become quite impressed with the writing of Louise Erdrich, so when I saw this small older offering with no reviews I gave it a try. It is a young adult book, with a poor reader. The story is simple, not particularly well constructed and a bit jumpy as it does not follow emotional threads or action threads through for a "reader"s complete understanding. If you, like me, are an admirer of Ms Erdrich's novels, don't bother with this little, inexpensive offering. It bears no resemblance to her writing of the last decade, except it concentrates on Native American life.
Loved this! There have been tragic events in my life that left me completely ready for the elements of the story - that of a bright girl tumbled into a new, unsought life through a series of life events which were sad, and troubling, but unremarkable due to the frequency of these very events maybe in your life, or certainly the life of someone you know. That was a long sentence for a three sentence review of why I enjoyed Ceecee.
Read the other reviews - they pretty much sum it up. The story is well written but formulaic. Maybe this was written for a much younger listener, but I certainly think this book was painted not with the full rainbow, but with black and white. My world is in shades of color - people are not just good and bad.
As for the music, I found it not only distracting but awful. After listening to the first half of the first performance, I tried the first quarter of the second (just in case it was better - It Was Not) and just forwarded through the rest of the singing spots for the rest of the book. If I wanted to listen to music I'd listen to music. I want to listen to writing. That's why I like Audible
I wouldn't try another from the author, but definitely would from Ms Dunne.
The idea of hearing about her adventures on the Pacific Crest Trail was exciting, but the book was really about her relationship with her family, personal exploration and coming to terms with grief.
Ms Dunne is a solid performer to whom I would listen again. I've enjoyed her reading in the past, and look forward to it in the future.
This book needs an editor. I'm not sure who the audience should be, but as an outdoors person it wasn't directed to me. Ms Strayed's experiments with heroin use lent color to the story, and contributed to a general understanding of her as a character. With that said, I bought the book for the story of her encounters with nature, and that was covered in this book with no need for follow-up.
I reviewed this book after listening to several interviews with the author. I was considering it as a book we might offer to customers in our park visitor centers. I was interested enough to have my attention held by the book, but found it unsuitable as an offering in a nature-related book store. The author's language is colorful (I consider four-letter words colorful when used in context), but her sexual exploits and drug experiments take the course of the book from a wilderness, nature experience to one describing personal awareness as the central theme.
The story is enticing, and, if it wasn’t an Audible version, I’d call it “a real page turner.” Thirty plus hours was not a minute too long to tell the complex tale of interwoven lives, braided time, and resonance. It’s not difficult to follow, even with its complexity. I thoroughly recommend this book to people who love a well-told story, and can stand suspense but step back from horror.
I've never before listened to Mr. Wasson, but I'll look for other books he's read. He was adept at keeping his characters different and identifiable (even if he did slip into a Jimmy Stewart drawl for several of them).
I may have wanted to (because it was hard to turn of my MP3 player and get my mind on something else), but at 30 plus hours it would hardly have been possible.
In my mind Stephen King is one of the truly brilliant story tellers of our time. That amazing ability of his to bring a mundane scene to Technicolor is both a huge plus and a huge minus to me. When I read “Cujo”, the story of a family pet, the writing was riveting and horrifying, but (just barely) acceptable to me, as was “Christine” and “Thinner”. However, “It”, “The Tommyknockers” and “Misery” put me over the edge into places my mind did not want to dwell (who can really love a clown after they’ve thoroughly read King?) and as a result I quit reading every King novel. I tried “Lisey’s Story” a couple of years ago thinking Mr. King had ventured from terror into telling a good yarn, but it turned out to be a bit much for me. Then I found “11-22-63: A Novel.” I am again enamored of Mr. King, and look forward to enjoying his prowess as a weaver of the threads of fiction.
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