It was promising at the beginning, but I lost interest I mean ;I could not have cared *less* about these women by the third chapter. The writing and narration was mawkish and overwrought, fraught with ham fisted analogies between art and self growth. She bored me silly describing what each woman wore from shoes to earings;and her insights into each woman were cliched and superficial making it difficult to relate to the self awareness they developed.
"We would have memories, we would one day say to each other 'Remember Marcia and the day she defied gravity with the Hula Hoop at the Spa Weekend?" Am I supposed to care about that? Perhaps I would have, had I known more about Marcia than her boots and haircut.Having lost my husband, I don't think this would inspire or comfort your average grieving widow. How many of us could afford to take several trips across the world within a year, and stay at spas and five star hotels?
No. As a rule I like memoirs, unfortunately, being through something terrible does not by itself make you an interesting writer. Give me Mary Karr!
Someone with a grittier more earthy voice. Her lilt added to the overall mawkish feel of the story.
Unless the reader is interested in all tales of abusive childhoods and alcoholic parents, or has no knowledge of what torment can occur within a family; I doubt this will be found anything special.
This is nothing you wouldn't hear in an A.A meeting, or from a friend. The author's mother was beautiful, but that, and the title seem to be a marketing ploy to make an otherwise unremarkable book sound unique.
Sadly, stories like this abound. To make a lasting mark, in my opinion the author needs to intuitively add insights, wisdom, and have almost a poetic sensibility. Hearing "I felt sad" "I felt guilty" isn't evocative when it's used almost solely to describe emotion.
Overall this was a collection of events told so dispassionately, I felt as if I'd tuned into a radio interview I'd have on in the background only until the dishes were finished.
It was like listening to an average student reading a High School essay aloud.
Disappointment, and of course a generalized, detached sadness that anyone has to go through this, including her mother,who, while obviously unfit to be a mother, was mentally unwell, and had suffered abuse herself. She wasn't having any fun either.
Everything. Flat, predictable, cardboard characters, a silly storyline. I'm not against escapist fiction as a whole, however this book annoyed me so much I wanted to escape from it. After part one I realized there was no point in enduring it. I kept waiting for it to become interesting as it had recieved excellent reviews.
The narrator was the best part of the book.
All of it.
I was suprised at the rave reviews this book received. I admire the witty and original dialogue of Flynn's characters, and her acute insight into human nature, but I found the book tedious and predictable.
Noir is not a word I would use to describe it. I found it stilted, overworked and lacking the intricacies, nuance and character depth I associate with books deserving of that label. This is no Hitchcock, or Poe
To me it was Nancy Drew for readers over 20.
The performances were good.
There are so many I couldn't actually be specific.
The author did not allow enough room for the readers imagination - or mine anyway: Because of this I was aware I was listening to a book the entire time rather than entering the world of the author created.
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