Better narration, plot, believable characters. Interesting characters.
It was grating, his voice is very nasal and the accents seemed affected. The voice bordered on monotone, the worst possible trait for reading aloud.
I don't have that much time, even in my imagination. Besides, what happens when you cut off a person's arms, legs, and head? The same would happen to this story--- get rid of the slow bits and there's nothing left.
This is the perfect marriage of a book that should not be read aloud and a voice that should not be reading aloud. I gave up after part 1.
This book is too long. There must be ten million metaphors that don't really add to the setting, characters or plot. At some point they constitute authorial self indulgence. The story itself is good, and I wish it had been told by someone other than one seemingly determined to prove that she stayed awake during every English lesson in her life. Every tedious description is employed---no, deployed ---to bombard the reader. At one point I felt like laying down and crying uncle, as in okay, okay, I GET the soulless post housing boom desperation of Las Vegas, won't you please move along!
The ending homily was a dreary exposition of "life according to Theo," clumsy and repetitive. It nearly spoiled the book for me. I cannot understand the fascination with Donna Tartt's writing or her mediocre "insights" which seem to boil down to the vulgar bromide that things happen the way they're supposed to. Ugh.
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