Waverly, OH, United States | Member Since 2011
Suspense, Romance, Historical part-Fiction, part-Truth, WWII, Survival, Pain, Loss, Victory...it is all there, and mixed with powerful narration, what more is there?
I highly recommend this entire series. The writer is truly gifted. the reader, perfection. Please start with book 1 to keep with the flow of the story. While engrossed in a wonderful captivating tale one inadvertently learns a lot of history, geography, and the realization that people are the same no matter when and where they are born. Previous generations have more superstitions, blood & gore at times (but do they really?)
Constantly on the search for a good book this one has it all...romance, betrayal, war, fantasy, reality, and an attention to a detailed description that one seldom finds. All the love scenes are artfully and tastefully presented with never a vulgarity. In addition, Davina Porter is so gifted that one never has to wonder which character is speaking!
This is a book I would highly recommend no matter what your preference of genre`
I listened to this book about a month ago and I still keep thinking and feeling about the reader's tone of voice that many times was very condescending. However, I do not think that is what was meant to be portrayed. Since PTSD was not understood then as it is now, it felt like the reader was belittling Jacque for "being weak". It made me feel like she was being portrayed as a "spoiled child" trying to get attention.
In another vein, one must realize that when Jacque was growing up it was still the woman's role, so to speak, to cater to her husband and to support him "no matter what". A kind of "stand by your man" mentality. Trust me, I lived through this era, saw the change, and, Jacque was a "last of the breed" type woman. I think this also helped to inadvertently portray her as a weak spoiled girl/woman.
When she married Onassis, one can look back and see that she needed to get away from the constant reminder of her nightmare experience, and I am sure this seemed to be a good way to do it, to run away, to get away from all the reminders of that traumatic day she had to endure and had to keep experiencing daily through the constant reminders she had to face. I think this marriage was an attempt at escape, not the fulfillment of a great love of her life. Even with this, the escape did not work.
I would have liked to have heard more about her relationship with her children. The book made it sound like they were very seldom around.
My heart goes out to Jacque with the unimaginable things she had to endure. With this in mind, the condescending tone from the reader was just too much for me to bear. However, I am glad I listened to the book, and I would recommend it, if only for the new perspective and how she still handled things like a Lady, even enduring the unknown symptoms and consequences of PTSD.
Mr Coben -- I had never heard about you until I signed up for your pre-release, caught up in the excitement, much like when I go shopping and just HAVE to have this article. Well I am TOTALLY glad I did! You are now my new favorite and January is brilliant; thank you for your wise choice of readers.
When this book started, skipping to another plot, I daydreamed somewhat until I decided hey, I have missed something important here! So I went back to the beginning (after probably 1/3 the way through) and I am SO glad I did! This book is so well balanced with the good, the bad and the ugly! You are now my favorite author, and January my favorite narrator. I was blown away by this book, needless to say!
I have a wide variety of interests in reading, and few favorite authors, with fewer still readers. Mr Coben, I am going to read all your books. If they are just half as good as Missing You, you have a new fan for life!
As a white girl who went to school in rural Southern Ohio I had never met a dark-skinned person until the mid-60’s, mainly because we were terribly poor and, therefore, did not get out much unless we traveled with the band, and, later I, as a cheerleader. From age 8 until age 17, I had never traveled to the nearest adjacent town 10 miles away until our school band was invited to participate in a parade. So, even though I had seen them, I had never actually met a Negro, as they were then called, until after I was married, with children, and introduced to a lady who was my mother’s best friend, and thought nothing of it when Mother told me she was having Thanksgiving dinner with her friend’s family.
A very compassionate person, I had watched Roots and, later listened to it on Audible. I concluded that every child should have Roots as a requirement in middle school. Then I both read and listened to The Help. Recognizing the time was set around the 50’s, when I was a teenager, I remembered a time when my grandmother took me on a trip on a Greyhound bus, and noticed the dark-skinned people sitting in the back of the bus. I was neither surprised nor indignant; that’s just the way it was. Also, neither did I feel surprise when the male employees made more than the females because “they had families to provide for”. I never questioned that or the off-color "jokes" they told.
I never thought about a man picking up ANYTHING after himself until Phil Donohue talked about how he picked up his socks after himself, and did not leave them for his wife to do. That was the beginning of my conscientiousness about female inequality.
I have watched the entire cycle of enlightenment about the male/female roles, and much of the dark skin/light skin roles change over the last 60+ years. I got most of my education from TV as I Spy was the first series that featured a black male in a co-starring role. That was back when a dark skinned person could not even touch the hand, arm, etc of any white female on TV, let alone look at her lasciviously. No, darlings, that was not back in the 1800’s, but was just when I was married with young children, in the 60’s, after quitting my 3rd year in college because I got married, knowing it was what society expected of me, pre-dating my wedding day after my boyfriend and I got married in secret, and before I started to “show”.
I watched as TV ads morphed from the “he” ads (What will the doctor say when he sees your son’s leg?” to “What will your doctor say when she sees your daughter‘s leg?”) Within a few short years or decades this kind of advertising has, in my opinion, made the white male the most handicapped of all the sexes and races. Within the last 3-4 years I have heard my 3 grandsons (from 3 different families and areas) remark that girls were smarter than boys! (Oh, the pendulum swings.)
Now, I am a hard working great-grandma working with hundreds of dark skinned emigrants, trying to make life a bit simpler/easier for them. I love the path my life has taken, due, in most part to the conscience-raising in my life from many sources.
Therefore, I wish to thank you from the bottom of my heart, Ms. Kidd, for researching and writing about these 3 wonderful Southern women who were ready to give their life or make it their life’s work to somehow make it better for thousands, millions of unborn people that they could never have envisioned. It makes me weep for all the unfortunates “out there” who actually have given their very lifeblood, and who still do, come to think it, many times on a global theatre.
This is a Masterpiece, and should be required reading for all middle school children!
I read this novel when I needed energy; I could not read it before bedtime. I thought I was getting espionage, and the beginning hooked me, but it was just blood & gore the entire way through.
I am sure this is someone's cup of tea, but, as for myself, I can only endure so many fights, bullets flying, broken bones and spying drones.
Well, actually, the plot, per se`, was not poor; it just took a VERY long time to get there. I kept thinking, "OK, SOMETHING is going to happen! So, I held on, and on, and on...well, you get the picture...Then, about 1 hour or so before the very end of the story was the crescendo, moving me to tears, and I thought "Yes, Yes!" And, so, the story should have ended there, except the author kept going on, and on and ON...
...until the very heart of the story was overshadowed. It was like those boring email jokes that didn't know when to stop.
If it had not been for the reader I would have left by the 2nd or 3rd part, so I MUST say I was very entertained.
For me there was no suspense at all, a lesson in giving too much information on the internet, and the strongest word in the entire book was "shit"!
I would recommend this book to 13-14-yr-olds, but if you are older than that it won't hold your interest. This book is more about the insecurities of young teens and less about the sins of the parents. I kept reading and reading, waiting for the suspense, waiting for the plot to grow and reveal itself. The suspense never came and the plot (plot?) waited to the end of the book to be revealed.
I think a parent of pre and early teen girls may recommend this to their daughters as a lesson in the real-life evils of the internet.
All the way through this book I kept thinking, " Wow! Truth is MUCH more strange than fiction!" Imagine my total SHOCK! at the end! And you, too, will be sitting on the edge of your seat, wondering about the whys and the wherefores of this story, and this sick, sick man. Gary Soneji was one of the most brilliant sick minds imaginable. I was even ready to forgive him 3/4 of the way through the book! The ending was way too much for me; I could not even comprehend how Alex could survive!
If you are tired of the every day run-of-the-mill book, no matter what your genre`, you MUST listen to this one! Charles Turner gives a top-notch narration. You'll be drawn in, like me, into the web of the madman as he twists and turns as he weaves his madness and catches into it unsuspected others.
Do not open this book unless you are prepared to listen through the night, on the edge of your bed, fingernails to the quick, heart pounding, eyelids stuck open and unforgiving. Be prepared to try to pull yourself from the web, as its stickiness holds on to you, even as you weep, and cannot forget...,
...cannot forget the base nature of us humans, even as the best are also caught in the web.
I liked the characters and the performance, and loved the story. However, have you ever asked someone what time it is, only to be bored with the details of how to make a clock?
This courtroom drama contained WAY too much detail. Don't even compare this author with Grisham, who knows just the right balance in and out of the courtroom.
That said, the story was good, the narrator was good, and I would cautiously recommend this book. After all, there are probably many out there who relish the details of clock-making.
Earlier in Americana a carrot-topped 4-yr-old girl was immigrating with her parents from Ireland, when she found herself with a family who had perished and taken in by a wonderful family of "colored folk" all the way to a plantation, and all the twists & turns you could expect to find.
The book was well-read and a very easy listen, in the fashion of The Help, where several members told their own version of events.
Everything was going along just fine until the last 5 minutes, it seemed, when the story line was wrapped up in a tight bow, one, which, if unraveled, could have lasted another 14 hours without tiring the reader.
This reeks of a sequel...
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