Half of the book seems to be repetitive biographies of the contributors to the book. The incidents themselves were lacking although I'm sure not so to the individuals involved.
Could not get past the narration. Gave up after two hours. Even the story line could not keep me interested.
How anyone could ever give this book a one star is unbelievable to me. Ceecee and her adopted assorted family members make you wish you could be part of all their endeavors. Sure, this book does have its sad parts, but the fun parts are amazingly fun! And with Jenna Lamia doing the narration, so much the better.
I was a kid growing up during this this time period and remember a lot of what this book is referring to. I love the way Kathryn Stockett presents her story and I especially appreciate that Jenna Lamia narrates.
When you have a book involving Sue Monk Kidd and narrator Jenna Lamia you know you will not be disappointed.
There is nothing thrilling, terrifying or page turning in this book. The story itself is extremely lame. But what is terrifying is the narration.
This book was not about Bundy, this book was about Ann Rule. I have never read a book that was supposed to be about someone else and turned out to be basically about the author. Rule ends up gushing like some schoolgirl over a serial killer. How the publishers even went with this is amazing.
Probably not. Read Pines, which was way better than this. Run could have been so much more entertaining, but went completely south at the end.
Only if the story consisted of all male characters.
Every scene with the whining mother who is supposed to be a doctor. She comes across as totally incompetent.
Had a little more to offer. If it wasn't for Scott Brick, there would be no salvation. I don't believe I will be following this trilogy any time in the future.
Sorry, I know a lot of you really liked this one, but it didn't work out for me. Way too slow and so-so plot of can we get away with murder in the woods with no one looking....
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