Ira Levin is a genius, but this audiobook sounds like it was recorded on a battery-operated 1960s mini-tape recorder while viewing Niagara Falls. I have never listened to an audio book with such a poor signal-to-noise ratio.
I really liked this book and could not stop listening. Lehane writes genre fiction like fine literature (as does James Lee Burke, although their styles are completely different).Lehane's plots get complex and take some concentration in the last third, but they are always excellent. Great narrator as well.
O'Reilly's "Killing Kennedy" was really good. This book was enjoyable but not as good.
Unfortunately, O'Reilly became very annoying by using the word "cavalry" hundreds of times, but pronouncing it "calvary" every time. There were a few other quirks—like saying "century" when he meant "sentry" or mispronouncing "pandemonium"—but the confusion of Golgatha with a horse soldier happened every few seconds for the first two and a half hours of the book and became grating—like a person who says "nook-cyoo-ler" and then manages to use it in every sentence.
I liked the other Baldacci books, but this one is incredibly dumb. The story is completely unbelievable, the story arc is bent, and the dialog is terrible. Baldacci's attempts at country or red-neck speech is ridiculous. Examples: "I didn't take her to go up to no New York" and "You know what curiosity did to that old cat." Who would say that? The bad guy's lines are a comical caricature of an overly formal villain—almost like, shall we say, Dr Evil?
The narrator is OK, but not good. In her defense, though, she didn't have much to work with.
In short, if you have trouble finding enough books for your commute, you might consider this one. If you are careful with your money and purchases, pass this one by.
This is a very good mystery novel and the narrator is excellent. For some unexplained reason, there is a shortage of good female narrators, but Siriol Jenkins is outstanding.
I like all of James Lee Burke's books. The narrator for the Billy Bob Holland series is good but he has two odd quirks: 1-He can't pronounce words that end in "r-n" correctly. He says "Northerun," "Southerun," and "lanterun." Not a huge problem, but wierd. 2-He makes Lucas sound like a total moron. I keep waiting for him to say, "Tell me about the rabbits, George," or "Which way did he go, George? Which way did he go?"
James Lee Burke is far and away my favorite writer. His books are always entertaining and thought-provoking and his characters and settings are more real than those of any other author. This not my favorite of his books, but still excellent and better than a book by anyone else.
The Redbreast is a total mess. I had no idea what was going on in the second half of the book, and there was almost no action or story. When it ended, I did not know it had already reached a climax or resolution. There are characters impersonating others, multiple personalities, people using assumed names, people that may be dead or may be alive, characters that are just similar in general—and that made it really difficult to follow. And there was not enough of a plot to make all this confusion remotely worthwhile. This was a huge disappointment and a waste of time. If you want to listen to a Jo Nesbo book, get Headhunters instead of this one.
The book is entertaining and light supernatural stuff. The narrator is fine but strangely says some words wrong—but not often enough to indicate they were written as part of the character. For example, he says
This is a decent story, although it does not wrap up as well as it could have. The big problem is the narrator: she overdoes her child voice to a ridiculous extent—something that seems to be a common problem with female narrators. Didn't anyone ever tell her that being subtle is good?
No confusion, no extraneous characters, and no boring moments: just straight-ahead action and entertainment. If Lee Child wrote 12 Jack Reacher books a year, I would buy them all. Only negative: Dick Hill always sounds like he runs out of air on the ends of sentences. During the first half of the book, I find myself breathing for him until my chest hurts; 5-6 hours in I get used to it.
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