I'm a big fan of Laurie R. King, but this narrator is so bad he could be a satire. I stopped and started the book half a dozen times before I finally managed to not hear the narration. The book itself is great.
It just didn't have much substance at all to cut from.
It's a circus of one-dimensional characters: The beloved sister. The sorrowing mother. The Father-Knows-Best minister who has a perfect Christian response to every event. An Indian who has Indian wisdom; a man hurt in the war who is sad; a deaf girl who is lonely and needy; a blind man who is also lonely and needy; a rich family that is elitist; a gay boy who is embarrassed about being gay; a policeman who drinks; a stuttering boy who is mystically wise. Overall, the story is much like the foam on the glass of a 1950s root beer, except less refreshing.
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