this book really gave me the creeps.the hair on my arms and back actually stood up more than once. i read it as a teen about 20 years ago, and i found it better this time around. the narrator was very good, nice range of voices. the pre teen group sex in the sewer was one scene i could have done without. but overall very good.
Editing. The book was chock full of mistakes and awkward phrasing.
It had potential, it really could have been a better book. It desperately needs pruning. It was disjointed, and stilted. The good ideas that it did contain went unexplored.
He often stutters, not like a handicap, but often enough that you wonder why the director (whose name is proudly spoken at the beginning of each part) did not redo the take. The narrator hesitates on a word, and puts emphasis on the wrong words, which changes the meaning of the sentence. Taken out of context, it would make no sense.
There were some parts that seemed like they were written and performed by professionnals, but they were like gaps in the clouds on an overcast day. The prevailing winds would blow me back into the gray reality of what an amateurish and silly book this really is.
Here are some examples of what bugged me in the writing;
'' Whimpered like a stuck pig'' I thought they squealed.
'' she was a becoming young woman'' Did he mean comeley?
'' He was unable to enunciate his sadness'' What??
He mangles popular expressins contantly, and uses words in not quite the right way so often, I could not finish it. I got most of the way through, but it was just not worth it.Another reviewer said it was like early Koontz, Maybe Koontz in high school... Maybe.
O.K. Imagine an author has a good idea for a book. He sketches it out, builds up some interesting characters and situations, and sets it in the latter part of the 17th century.
Now imagine he gives it to Mike Tyson to flesh it out.
This was a Hardy boys novel, set in colonial north America, and meant for grownup adolescents. It was not a bad book, i enjoyed most of it. But the language was clumsy, to say the least. " i shoveleth the walketh of snoweth this morningeth" Anachronisms abound. Modern slang spoken by colonists of yore. The use of words twelve letters long apparently just for the fun of using them. I sometimes got the idea the writer had a list of words on his desk that he just had to use somewhere, and fit them in where he could.
If you are not a fusspot where language is concerned, (I am, and this book made me laugh out loud more than once) and historical inaccuracies don't bother you you'll probably enjoy this. Not bad, but definitely not high culture.
The meat of this book is really excellent. I never got bored, not once. That is an amazing accomplishment in a book this long. An ever changing adventure that will hold your attention to the end.
However, I did find myself becoming impatient with the writer's long and flowery descriptions of everything from the beauty of someone's eyes (and everybody seems to have beautiful eyes in this book) to the various merits of an article of clothing. He describes the shorts worn by farmers as "noble", among other things. Yup, Noble shorts... If it were not for the endless parade of eyes the colour of sand in the last days before the monsoon. Or The brilliant and endless blue of a winter sky, softly caressed by delicate clouds of a deep sadness...
Really a great book, but if ten of fifteen hours of ''soft lips like the velvet petals of the lotus'' were removed, Id have liked it better.
The first thing I noticed was the narrator. She delivers the story with all the emotion of a weather reporter, apparently trying to shout over the sound of the rain. Then I noticed the banal conversations between characters, the rote police jargon, the cliché so pervasive it seems almost deliberate. The story did not flow so much as it was excreted in chunks, kind of like a comic book. The language was of a sophistication also appropriate to the comic book. ''that monster kills children, I'll get him if it''s the last thing I ever do." or " Will I ever be able to love again?''
Ever read a book and wonder how it ever got published? The mistake was compounded when some decided to make this an audio book. I thought that if i could get used to the terrible narration, I might find some redeeming qualities in the story. I'm sorry to say I found none. After two hours, I switched to another book I had on my Ipod, Hold tight by Harlan Coben. Scott brick is not my favourite narrator, But he is a professional, and the difference between this, and what I had just turned off was like a splash of cold water in the face.In short, this thing plods along with all the grace of a drunk monkey, and I hope this review will save somebody a hangover.
There was a number of really good stories in here, some a bit dated but still very good.
Some were not so good. The stories which concern one man's descent into madness, usually written in the first person, and ending with the reader wondering wether the events described had actually taken place, or were in the narrator's mind. Kind of like ending a story with '' It was all just a dream'' I've always thought that stories like that are a bit of a cop out. Still worth the time and the credit.
There wer a couple of stories i recognized from T.V. and movies. The Gremlin, of course from the twilight zone. The distibutor very likely inspired Stephen King to write Needful things. (one of his best in my opinion) And One year aniversary was used for an episode of The outer limits.
The story is divided into three parts; The first is of the events leading to the disaster which brings on the end of the world as we know it. This first part was excellent, I was absolutely absorbed in the story, the characters, and the possibilities for the world after.
In the second part, The story sadly veers left into the compost heap. The second part concerns the social politics of a colony of survivors 100 years after the disaster. It doesn't go anywhere, and it doesn't go there fast. Petty rivalries, jealousy over women, who gets to be the leader this year. He said, she said post apocalyptic daytime soap opera.
In the third part, a small group of people get wise and decide to decamp, Here the adventure begins anew. And more or less redeems itself.
I had this book in my wish list for about a year. The reason it stayed there was that Audible wanted two credits for it. I'm glad I waited, it's worth a listen if you like this kind of thing. But if I had paid 2 creds for it, my review might have been a bit more negative.
I was worried this might be confusing, complicated, and convoluted. Spy novels often are.
But this one was easy to follow, and very entertaining. Nothin too heavy, and not one of Follett's greatest works. It was still a good, solid read.
After the first three books in the Gunslinger series, I found the quality of the writing had suffered. (excepting Wolves of the Calla) The stories seemed hastily written and had little respect for what came before. Wind through the keyhole is a book that stands on it's own. A story within a story, it uses the landscape of midworld without depending too heavily on the characters from the gunslinger stories. A nice fairy tale for grownups in a world which is moving on. Mr. King, my faith in you is renewed.
The audio is terrible, listen to a sample before you buy. I could not finish it. It sounds like it was recorded in the 1940s and is being played through blown out speakers. I'll have to find another version, i'm told this is a great book. Guess I'll have to wait to find out.
Another lovably naive protagonist, haplessly dragged into a world of magic and demigods. I like dthis book, but not as much as some others from Gaiman. It was a bit like one of the nightside books by Simon Green, only not quite as garish. Nothing too complicated, a good easy listen. If you know and enjoy Neil Gaiman you'll probably enjoy this book.
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