I chose this novel, in part because I grew up in Philadelphia. The author has good ideas, his narrative skills are a bit pedestrian. But the narration is driving me up the wall. All the characters so far are locals, yet many of them speak with a vaguely southern accent. This is Philly. People in every neighborhood have a distinctive accent, and it doesn't come from anywhere near below the Mason/Dixon line. It's making it really hard to listen to. It's like you had characters from Southie, in Boston, speaking with New Orleans drawls. Or Scottish burrs. It really detracts from the listening experience.
This narrator couldn't have been more perfect for this author and book. Her narration was seamless, an absolute delight.
Great novel, in which the mystery, while it didn't take a back seat, was gracefully woven into a truly captivating fabric. Characters were all fleshed out beautifully, humor was balanced with pathos in just the right degree. I can't say enough good things about this book, the author, and the narrator. They were all made for each other, and the lucky listener was the winner.
The narration was mediocre, detracting from the action by its amateurish characterizations. The plot eventually turned me off too. I am not a police officer, nor do I play a cop on TV, but the mistakes and missed connections these two are guilty of piled up, finally, to a maddening degree. But, the worst fault lies with the story line itself. Twelve hours in to listening, I bailed. There was simply nothing that could make me sit through any more clunkers. How many permutations in the glaringly obvious list of motivations can one poor little book stand?
I'm really sorry I wasted my time on this one.
I've listened to her other books on Audible, and enjoyed them a good bit. This one makes me wonder about her. The narrator is so dense and attached to his point of view, it makes it hard to continue listening. I'm about half way through, and got online to see if others had similar reactions.
The reader is excellent. Too bad about the material he has to work with.
Not sure. He's very good, though.
Severe impatience for a blown opportunity to write a book worthy of her earlier ones. I kept being shocked by how lame the plot was.
Did the author get over-confident after her earlier successes? I can't imagine how else to understand this lapse. Close to disgusted.
Not by the author. Yes by the reader.
Relief that it was over.
Workmanlike, believable, well-done
The character is a cardboard cutout of a macho man. His flippancy and sexual hangups get in the way of a serviceable plot. I don't get how this poor caliber of writing finds publishers and readers. I only finished it because I'd started it. I rarely abandon books halfway through, but this one made me regret the money I spent on it. Wouldn't recommend it to anyone I liked or respected.
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