I'm so glad I merely went looking for a read by Frank Muller. I found Folly, the story of a damaged, fragile woman who puts the pieces of her life back together through good old hard, sweaty, physical work; coming out the other side as whole, strong. I believed in her. King kept me idly wondering about the identity of the bad guy by just tickling my curiosity, then moving elsewhere. Plus, best of all, I got to savor the late Mr. Muller's gift of narration. Yes indeed, a truly good read.
The authors do a fantastic job, writing a spellbinding, riveting book about bomb diffusion; tick tick goes the second hand on the clock; thump thump goes my my heart, expecting boom, maybe not. Something was bothering me about the listen, though, but I couldn't figure out what it was. Then, I pulled into my garage, shut off the engine, and continued to listen in the dark. There it was! A television, playing a sports program in the narrator's background; continuous, nonstop hollering - coming from another room! How on earth did that get by editing? Since I knew what caused the aggravation, I figured I just wouldn't listen in quiet surroundings. So, I'm driving to work this morning, and got back into it. The narrator totally changed the recording tone in mid sentence! Is there no end to his nonsense? I'll continue to listen, of course, because I've paid money for the thing, and the story line really is good. We shall see.
My mother would have loved this story. It doesn't matter that the nationality is different, the city different. The story of the strong, honest immigrant family is universal. They used what they had, making something out of nothing., to be shared with others who had less. The stories my mother told of her young years during the depression, with 3 generations all living under 1 roof, were the same. I know she would have remembered her own loving grandmother, so wonderfully described in this book. What a precious heritage we enjoy! Well written, well read. Thank you.
This just picked up where "Pillars of the Earth" left off. I lived another full lifetime through the characters' lives. I felt so familiar with everyone in the story, as if I were a member of the community; if that makes sense. Can I look forward to book #3? There are a few hundred more years to go, you know. Thank you, Mr. Follet.
David Sedaris has such a knack for creating a major experience out of the most common, mundane moments in life. What an adventure he is!
I enjoyed learning of the intricacies of the generations of the Sawtelle family and the special dogs they bred and trained. Edgar's ancestors' thorough research and recording of painstakingly precise, fragile records was fascinating. The ability and knowledge of training and breeding the Sawtelle Dogs was goodness, inherited. I was drawn to listen, but with a sense of horror. The feeling of impending doom hovering over this small, hard-working loving family overwhelmed me. Did I enjoy the book? I don't know. I was compelled to listen, but didn't like how I felt. I am left with a feeling that, when all is said and done, nothing means anything. Having said that, I must say the author did his job well.
I found myself constantly replaying sections of this book. I'd replay,and again find myself not having heard a word read. Why? Was it the reader or the book? Example: A special song is mentioned 3 times in this book. The reader NARRATES it 3 times, rather than putting the words to a tune. Well, maybe the song wasn't so special after all, and the author was just filling in space? Who cares? Another thing.. I wondered throughout the book what a woman's being "on the bricks" meant during a baby's delivery. I guess it was supposed to be important. If the author did explain, then I'd blocked the reader's voice out, and missed it. Or did the author just assume this info was known? Did I already say ugh? I wish that "Audible" offered its listeners 1 (just 1) redeemable credit per year, so I wouldn't feel like I've totally wasted a valuable credit. I'd use it here.
Well written, well read. Too bad for me it's over. I loved it.
This is a fast-paced, action-packed book. It captured me from the beginning, when Spencer Clark went searching obsessively for a woman who was late for work. He'd only just met her the night before. The scenes moved so quickly, I couldn't just leave my car when I arrived at my destinations (even work); I had to wait till a lull in the action. Dean Koontz's usual dog character Rocky was thoroughly enjoyable, although I constantly worried about what could happen to him if all went wrong. This was not a book for relaxing! Once again, the author has written a good one.
Whew! When I finished this book I sat quietly for several minutes, savoring its wonderful depths. I enjoyed it immensely. Alison Weir's development of the Lady Jane Grey's character was superb. Jane's strength of will and belief were not that of an obsessive and religious young zealot, but one of true conviction. She initially developed her beliefs through great intellectual curiosity, but later applied these learnings to her life, growing monumental strength during her ordeal. I enjoyed feeling her strength building, which was generated by the excellent narration. I regret I'm finished with the book. Very well done!
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