One of those rarities. Style, substance and execution come together in near perfection. I finished this book a couple of weeks ago. Despite having taken in two more perfectly good "reads" since, the dreamlike memory of The Night Circus lingers and pervades.
This is probably a pretty good book. It's a very interesting premise. But, it is impossible to listen to.
No - I'm not a hard-core global warming enthusiast. I'm not a hard-core anything, really. And, I have until now always enjoyed Crichton's yarns. But, this piece of one sided propaganda fails at every level.
Usually, one has the impression that MC has just enough scientific research behind his work to inform a really good story. But, here - all that one can clearly discern is that he has a heaving bucket full of poorly written tripe.
If that's not enough ... I will never, ever listen to anything read by George Wilson. Previous posts re the sounds of his bodily functions have been overly polite. Both George and the producer of this offering should be let go.
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