I loved her music as a teenager and love her music now. I was tickled to find this book here, and not even a bit disappointed. Loved every minute of it, and no one else could read it and do it justice. Brava!
At this point, any book this guy writes, and especially if he narrates it, too, I will buy. Not only are they all fascinating (can you imagine hanging out, deciding what might be fun to research in depth and then write about it? And getting paid well to do it?). And his joy comes through. From The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid, which is sweet and engaging and personal, to this new book, which illuminates not just a year but a nation at that time and the people who in one way or another represent that time, Bryson never disappoints. He has fun so we don't have to!
I don't often cry at a book, but I confess I was full-on weeping by the end of this one. Moyes has managed to show her readers both sides of several stories--rich versus working-class, able-bodied version quad, and most important, impaired freedom versus the release of suicide, mostly through the eyes of a smart and observant employee who becomes more and sees more than she expects.
The one-liners here are worth the price of admission. It is cynical, observant, funny, and of course, brilliantly read by the incomparable Stephen Hoye. Amos Walker reminds me of Sam Spade crossed with Phillip Marlowe. Hard to beat that.
It's always a pleasure to read a book that doesn't rehash hundreds of others, that keeps you alternately guessing and speaking aloud to the character, and makes you want to drive the long way home so you have an excuse to keep listening.
This book is living proof that it should be against the law for authors to read their own books. Whatever might have been marginally amusing was utterly lost in her irritating, slow, rendition. The nice part about learning to cope with this crappy part of life is simply by moving on to the next book on your list. Don't bother with this even if its free.
Interesting premise, but by the end, you just are glad it's over. There were too many times I wanted to smack Harold--for making the pilgrimage in the first place (take a train, for chrissake, the woman is dying), for not being even remotely prepared for such a journey--and then by turning that into a righteous thing--and for years of choosing not to understand his wife's pain and the role he has played in it. Rather than being all things to the followers he collects along the way, he should have stayed at home and taken care of business.
Liane Moriarty does it again. Filled with quirky characters each with their own hidden problems, this book explores the problem of bullying by both children and adults. By having each character speak his or her own piece, the puzzle of the murder and the accusations of bullying slowly falls into place. Another winner from Moriarty. Her writing improves with every book, and it was entertaining to start with.
This is an evocative, fast-moving book about two women, one innocent and starry-eyed, the other hard-bitten and amoral, and the relationship they develop. We are drawn into Odalie's net with Rose, and learn about her as Rose does. Rose, however, doesn't guess whom she is dealing with until it is too late for her. I imagine that she just didn't want to face facts, and neither did I.
Gretchen Mol is a terrific reader. I'll look for more books she narrates.
I admit I didn't listen to the whole book, but I just couldn't. Henry is a misogynist, Rachel is weak and confused, and I just didn't care how the whole thing turned out. There are so many fabulous books in the world. Why waste your time feeling frustrated and annoyed?
I just couldn't bring myself to care about the characters. Seems like a rehashed group, story, all of it. Love the narrator, though, for what that's worth.
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