The characters and culture seem particularly authentic. I've read quite a few novels written both in the 19th and 20th centuries. Plus some history. The author doesn't dwell on every detail, but can leave many obvious things to the reader's imagination--therefore avoiding tedious passages.
The gifting of a slave to Sara. Sara seemed to have been born horrified by slavery, so the interplay of her abhorrence and the reactions of the witnesses to the gift of a slave on her eleventh birthday is particularly poignant.
No. I thought all 3 readers were most excellent both in accent and in delivery of their reading.
I'd like to take Nina out to dinner along with her husband. Nina was not as fully sketched as Sara, but intriguing in her abilities to speak well and capture an audience. I bet she'd tell some really great stories about her speaking life.
It was mostly about mean, petty, hateful, stupid, and dysfunctional people. What is ENTERTAINING about killing, maiming, torturing, and mental cruelty of one person to another? If King wrote these things, he must believe that humanity is just a pile of crap. Well, I don't. After witnessing the generosity, kindness, and compassion that occurs time after time during natural disasters, I simply can't believe King's projection that most humans are basically the above characteristics. Which means that the book's premise is incorrect and makes it, to me, just a series of gratuitous violence and mayhem.
11-22-63 was a well written, thoughtful and enjoyable book. But The Stand has cured me of reading any more of Stephen King.
The reader was excellent. His reading of it kept me listening way longer than I enjoyed what was written.
After reading about 2/3 of this book, I quit listening. It was way too depressing to continue. Ick.
Right on target.
The explanation of how puzzled were the lives of baby boomer women. They entered the world having experienced their 1940's/50's stay-at-home mothers who knew exactly what was expected of them, and then reinvented their lives via women's liberation, etc.
She is very down to earth. No frills, yet genuine.
So many of those old chiclet type books from the pre-50's era were over written and over long. This one is just right in those 2 ways. It's predictable, but the characters are so dear that I was delighted all the way to the end.
The reader had just the right accent, and read without over-dramatizing the material. I like the bright quality of her voice.
Uptight Miss Pettigrew was a wonderful juxtaposition to her new found friend, free-spirit Miss LaFloss. I loved their interaction, and Miss Pettigrew's
A Dirty Job is an episodic string of situations that Charlie, a death merchant, participates in. The episodes seem to have been written for a TV series. I could almost hear the commercial breaks.
The author hates to miss an opportunity for introducing anything to do with bodily excretions: snot, blood, feces, mucous, and so on, ad nauseum--elementary school style.
There are some pretty good laughs, but I found the book to be contrived, unintegrated, and an irritating attempt at "funny Goth" fantasy. I was interested in about the first half of the book for some of the laughs, but then it began to go downhill into what seemed to be an unrevised, rough draft badly in need of an editor. About three hours before the end, I skipped to 15 minutes before the end of the book, and it was still irritating; then five minutes before the end and the summing up of what happened to all the characters. hohum
Middle and high school kids might like this book, but I would hesitate to let my children read some of the gratuitous kinky sex stuff.
At first I liked the musings on the bugs, birds, animals and so on; the arcane facts. I was expecting more of a spiritual connection, which is there, but rare. Mostly it's a random encyclopedia of observations. The reader is dry--how else could she be with such material?
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