Straycat

the Narrator. John Lee has a wonderful voice, I could (and have) Listen to him all day.

I see it as a cross between Casablanca and Starwars.

Landing the spaceships on the Eiffel Tower and it's eventual collapse

yes, but I cannot sit that long. it took a couple of days, but I enjoyed it

Alastair Reynolds is a wonderful writer. not all of his works take place in the same universe, but the are all quite imaginative

yes, Penn Jillette is amusing. he tells stories pertaining to his subject matter, and a lot more that only have to do with the people around and how they live without "god". he has a great speaking voice and betrays his New England Mass-hole-chuttes origin with every breath he takes.

his asides and rambles make more sense than most peoples direct points.

Penn Jillette swear. I mean he swears a lot, a whole cosmic f*cking sh*t ton! but he doesn't swear JUST for the sake of swearing. he swears as part of the act. it's not uncommon for Penn to go whole paragraphs without swearing, but you know that when he does, it's to make a point (That and he loves talking about Tits. Boobs, Melons, Tatas, Breast!)

the vomit commit, the roller coaster airplane ride that NASA has

listening when Penn describes the death of his father

as with his magic show, so with his books. Penn gets to talking and you miss the illiusion part of the show, and you get the point anyway.

There is no god, but Penn Jillette is funny as fucking hell.

(don't miss the part where he drops his penis in to an overheated blowdryer, it'll bring tears to your eyes)

Chaucer? no. the narrators? yes, they did a great job.

probably something by Robert A. Heinlein or Penn Jillette

one of the narators was John Lee. I LOVE John Lee, I love his voice, I love his range, I love how he brings what he is reading to life. John Lee's reading of Alistar Reynolds books is what made me buy this audio book. and the first Canterbury Tale, the Knights Tale, was almost all I could have hoped for!the other narrators do a good job as well. but the subject matter started to turn my stomach.

this is a hard question to answer. it's well written and translated from ye olde french to modern English. the flow and the prose are acceptable, even as gruesome and gossipy as the stories get, that is not my problem.I am an Atheist. I was in training to be a priest, until I actually started to READ the bible. then I read other versions of the bible... if the bible is the Literal Word Of God, why the hell are there so many different version? and why are there so many religions Based On The Same God?Had Chaucer not invoked "the one and only true Christian God" so dam much, I would have enjoyed this book. the performances are excellent, the prose, flow and rhyme are very well done. I have no issues with thee's and thou's and inasmuch's.

from a historical perspective, this is a good book. but Every Freaking time they mention "GOD" it makes me wanna puke just a little bit more.it is kind of like having a ladies husband walk into the room just after you start making love to her, it ruins the mood when she starts lying that she did NOT invite you in, she did Not wear her best teddy for you, and her husband isn't willing to listen to your counter arguments...not that I have that problem very often, I'm just using that as an example of how constant repeated references to an imaginary friend take me out of the story and make it hard to enjoy.

no/ the information she provides in this book is factually accurate, I might ask someone else to read it, her accent is a little hard to understand at times.

learning what REALLY turns women on... and discovering I don't have it at all >.<

Daryl Hannah

yes. I learned all the things I cannot change to get women interested in me.

somebody just shoot me now. forget scoring with Hot Women, I cannot even score with below average women!

the writer of this book is not only obviously female, but she has a very low opinion of the male half of the human species. while her heroin is hand-to-hand fighting zombies that are trying to eat her flesh (because the heroin obviously doesn't have any brains) her husband stands by for long minutes at a time doing nothing and saying nothing, only to bungle, trip, or scream like a little girl.

while I could see two very liberal pacifists reacting to the zombie apocalypse in a fashion such as this, I highly doubt two people so ill equipped to handle conflict surviving long enough to get out of town, left alone escape religious zealots practically indoctrinated with violence and fanatical devotion to a messiah-like leader (whom of course goes to meet god in a very direct and bloody fashion)

Maybe my conflict resolution system isn't as nuanced as pacific rim inhabitants, maybe I am not cultured enough to enjoy the subtle play on words with the therapist, or maybe I'm not open minded enough to understand the near incestuous relationship between the slob next door neighbor and his live-in girl friend...

or maybe this book was written by someone trying to appeal to a more feminist side of the zombie apocalypse preparation crowd.
if you happen to be a feminist zombie apocalypse preparer, then you will enjoy this book.
If Not, then I don't think you will enjoy it nearly as much.

If this was the authors first published works, I could see VAST areas of improvement that could be made, and would look forward to a maturing of her works.
sadly, this is not likely to happen without a LOT of negative feedback

Cassandra Campbell, who narrates this book, does a wonderful job bringing the story to life. I only wish she had better material to work with than this highly predictable, jerkily paced, grade school quality work of man-bashing.

for $10 I can get a LOT more entertainment from a children's book, which will most likely have a better plot line.

the bad: highly predictable, male bashing, very bad racial and gender stereo types, uneven pace, wooden characters you never really connect with, the 'drama' isn't even as believable as day-time soap operas, a novice effort at best.

the good: there are zombies in it, and some really cardboard characters get fed to them before the zombies get dead again. oh, and I almost fell out of my seat ONCE when the zombies were playing the slot machines.

in conclusion: if you wanna waste 6.5 hours of your life with feminist zombie bashing and have $10 or a Audible credit burning a hole in your pocket, it'll fill a void in your life.
if you favor plot, believable characters, realistic zombies, and know anything at all about guns... save yourself the money or credits and look for a book written by a better author. I'd be happy to suggest a few hundred if you like.

What would have made this a more enjoyable book for me? if the author actually bothered to learn anything at all about zombie apocalypse preparation, taken at least a gun safety course, or if she had indulge her readers by actually taking a creative writing course so she could learning to write before trying to waste our time and money with this junior high effort.

the ONLY scene I liked was the old granny zombies playing slot machines in the casino

I did not care for the constant feminist male-bashing. the racial stereo type of the only Asian in the book living over a Chinese buffet that her family owned and ran from a closet sized apartment. the feminist gender stereo types of all men being evil mean and cheapskates, being religious zealots and rapists, or being fat ugly undead trucker zombies in casinos.
And those are only my Politically Correct objections!
my NRA-loving objections involve her complete and total LACK of knowledge regarding the very tools she pretends to understand, and seems to only include them because every zombie apocalypse story HAS to have guns in them.

from a literary standpoint, I wrote better stories in high school than this, and I have had 20 years of reader feedback to show me where I need to improve, where I have improved, and what genres I am best writing in.

if you have 6 hours to kill and want to hear about some zombie bashing, you couldn't do much worse so don't blame me if you feel like you wasted $10, or a credit.

I want those 6.5 hours of my life back.