A different narrator.
There isn't a story.
That's hard to say since nothing of interest happens in the book.
Chapter 7 is when I really started to hate the book. Here's chapter 7 as it would appear in Cliff's Notes: It's hot. Isn't it hot? Why is it so hot? Why does anyone get married in the summer? I think the sun is getting hotter. No. I read somewhere it's getting cooler.
If I could travel back in time, I would convince the expectant author's mother to get an abortion.
Returning to the present, I would know that the planet had been spared the atrocity of this book. That would be a 5-star experience for me.
Anything not read by Becca Battoe.
I though Ray Bradbury reading his masterpiece "Fahrenheit 451" was the worst thing ever. Not true. Listening to Becca Battoe is orders of magnitude worse.
I would take the entire audio recording and delete it.
Becca Battoe and E.L. James are the suck.
Child once again babbles on ad infinitum over mundane details that should have been excised by a better editor.
Make it shorter.
Reacher #1: Killing Floor was very good. Reacher #2: Die Trying was good, even though Reacher spends almost half of the book in the back of a truck. Lame. This one is so bad I can't finish it.
I'm guessing there's no reason to even start Reacher #4.
Listen to chapter 1, then skip the 23 chapters with Reacher in the back of a truck. Part 2 picks up considerably.
Reacher #3, as long as there aren't any trucks.
A very good performance.
This really can't be considered a book, per se. All it is, really, is a collection of quotes which have been copy and pasted into a text document. Period. I could have done that.
The far too numerous flashbacks in this book are always tedious and often pointless. Keep you finger on your iPod's fast-forward button.
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