I rate this book ** because it was so interesting at first, but then the author took off into la-la land with New Age-y, oriental-ish jargon and pseudo spirituality and I just had to turn it off. I have to agree with the writer of the first review: If you are a realist, don't bother with this.
If I had read the print version, why would I be listening to the audio?
It is always irritating to hear narrators mispronounce words: Kabul is Cobble, not Kah-bull; and others. Then you have to feel that the story is suspect.
Why is there music at the beginning? Aside from the distraction of poor music the narrator starts talking, defining two terms that you can't understand because of the music. This author is no Clive Cussler.
A lot less overacting. It's a book, not a documentary video. Another reader might have helped--maybe the guy who read the book Making Rounds with Oscar.
ABSOLUTELY NOT! I expect I shall have nightmares for some time about this reader--decked in full British General's regalia--holding forth on the dangerous Bonaparte.
The story of Napoleon is not at fault. History IS--or was.
This is hardly designed to be a top listen. It's only 8 minutes. But if you need a quick list for an overview, it fills the bill, unlike straight history.
Recommended for students of history who wish to define the Plantagenets. I was pleased to learn something new--a little about the French origin of the family. I knew Anjou, but little more. Apparently little to know?
Alzheimers victims dying.
I was not really happy that the focus was not on Oscar, the cat everybody knows. The author briskly turned aside to focus on family misery about their loved ones and his own thinly disguised skepticism (after he saw Oscar in action). I firmly believe animals have certain powers, even if it's based on smell, as is intimated about Oscar. I have read animal stories much more animal-centric and still interesting. Maybe there is a need for a book about Alzheimers sufferers, of which I expect to become, but I was not ready to read about them now. Denial? Perhaps. But I wanted to read about a cat who allowed people a little time to meet their maker... evidently it was just a matter of a cat liking the "death odor" and snuggling up to those who provided it. Boo.
I love this series of books and Louis L'Amour.
Louis L'Amour writes beautifully of heroes. Barnaby Sackett is not the only hero of the time. Unlike a lot of stories, Sackett does not have to be Superman. He draws in helpers whom he leads.
Like most readers, he thinks the English of that period spoke as they do today. WRONG. They spoke as MidAtlantic speakers do today. So it is annoying to hear "wep on" for weapon, "wah er" for water, and many more. Aside from that stutter... not bad.
Not at the top of the list. Rosenblatt is on top of things in the Amelia Peabody mysteries. Here, not so much. Oh, the voices are amazing--she manages to create a sound for each person that never gets mixed up, a good talent. But here, the heroine's thinking process diverges from the mousey, typical gothic schoolteacher her voice seems to show.
It starts slow. I did not get interested until midway through the book, when things began being tied together and people began to be killed off.
Emily realizes Paul was murdered. Then, unwittingly, she solicits help from the murderer.
The heroine was quite wooden, at least as played by Rosenblatt. The other personas came over as more like real people. Of course, the heroine had the most to say, unfortunately, being the narrator.
Maybe I missed something, but I really felt that the young 7-year-old girl was not the murderer's daughter, but someone else's. Luckily, he did not realize it. In addition, this book, while being one I might select, being of a genre I like to wallow in at times, was not what I thought it was going to be about: King John I's wife, Isabella of Angouleme.
The cat's point of view was not complete, but maybe better that way. I was surprised that this was sufficient to tell the story and fill in the characters. I did not think the daughter even liked her mom, so I was surprised to find she did.
Daniel Silva shines, as always. Unfortunately, the reading does not flow,as if George Guidall must insert a comma after every phrase... ruins the reading. Oh sure, if he reads another Silva book, I'll listen, but I will not enjoy it as much. OTOH, his characterizations of Russians and other nationals seem good, considering I've never heard Russians speak in a loud voice--they always seem to mumble--nor have I heard a Marseilles patois..
Dump the music.
Somebody with a clear speaking voice, as his accent is thick as porridge, exacerbated by music.
Irritation. Half of this hour seems to be music, which makes it difficult to understand Hugh.
Really, Holy Blood, Holy Grail gives a better story about this. Supposedly, this guy has proof supporting that book. Meantime, the real story is that all kings are Jewish. After all, Jesus was a Jew, so if they are descended from Jesus, ergo they are Jews. Whoopie.
I grew up near Cresaptown. The reader continually calls Capt. Cresap "Kree-sap" instead of "Krehssup"--grating to the ear. Apparently he went out of his way to practice the pronunciation of the various Shawnee words--why not check on how men pronounced their names?
Davina Porter is another one with her "sweetcase" (suitcase!) and the like. It is sooooo distracting in a most unpleasant way. You might as well have someone burst into your house yelling FIRE!
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