I'm not sure who would enjoy a play-by-play of everything from what kind of tie a "non-character" wore, to changing a baby's diaper, to what the detective's wife (who the reader doesn't know from Eve) is doing at work. If one has a low tolerance for irrelevant filler this story will drive you mad. If filler is ok with you as long as it adds ambiance, this story will make you ill.
My mind needed a little refreshment so I'm listening to Lee Child's "The Hard Way.
Mr Guidall sounded like he had poorly fitted false teeth much of the time. He did a good job keeping the character's voices straight. If he does have false teeth, I will leave the subject to him and his dentist. If not, leave the whistling saliva voice out.
There were some very good ideas to form interesting stories around, but each died a slow, slooow death.
There are some authors who should not go anywhere with a tape recorder or dictation software. I think McGarrity is one. He seems to think that minutia is interesting and good writing. It's not. Giving the reader a short history lesson is ok to set the stage, or if it is relevant to the story; but to do it for passing scenery, roadside stops, and suburbs is just lazy filler.
She reads like a teenager bemoaning a lost love. She even sighs at the chapter numbers!
I'd have a total rewrite
I just bought "Only the Innocent" by Rachel Abbot because I saw it advertised on Audible as a good mystery. I'm 10 chapters into it and cannot listen to the immature babbling of grown women bemoaning their lives and loves and... well they just babble. There is no mystery to care about. A man dies at the very beginning, and then two women cannot stop their sighing and immature love stories. I see it as either a book for immature teens (today's teens wouldn't talk to their girlfriends like the two main characters) or a cheap love novel with the picture of a pirate on the cover.
The narrator makes it even worse. For her, even the chapter numbers are part of a tragedy and deserve the sweet, sweet sighs she is so good at.
Don't be fooled by the advertising!
The story, writing and narration were boring.
John Connelly forgot to turn it in to his editor! I know this author can write, but he seems to think he can write the same bloody, gory scene over and over without boring his readers. I don't mind a little blood and guts, but how many times can I listen to a person being "flayed" and the face removed before it becomes a ho-hum occurance? His sentence structure was a joke! You have to hear (or see) it to understand. So, fellow readers and listeners, here are excerpts from the first 4.5 minutes minutes of chapter 48:
"It was the kind of day that leads lovers to fight"
"The city fell away and the sound and the landscape became one"
"a sheet of plastic slapped dryly... the lines holding it sang... it made the screen door knock at its frame like a tired visitor"
Last but not least,my favorite:The man next to me ate
"with the concentrated effort of a bad lover, egg yolk tinging his skin like sunlight reflected from a buttercup" WOW!
Is it a joke? Sunlight reflected from a buttercup? Lines singing and doors knocking like tired visitors? All this is strung together in only one or two pages. 4 ½ minutes. Mr Connolley is not so famous and successful that he doesn't need a good editor. Most of all, he is far too enamored with his own words.
No Idea. Find someone who can pick up the pace now and then (People are being murdered, for Goodness sake!) But, not a narrator who has done all the recent good mysteries.Some are over used. And please, not someone with a British accent unless it's a British novel.
Disgust. A waste of time with gory scenes repeated over and over and over and over ....
I have observed that many authors lose touch with their editors when they are successful. Perhaps the editors are afraid they will lose a successful author so they don't speak up. Or the authors just will not listen to their editors. But this book could have been one third shorter, and possibly very good, with a good editor and a decent narrator. Connolly got away with it this time because his past books were pretty good. But I will think twice before buying any of his future work
Yes... depending on the friend. I didn't need to have read any of the previous "Butcher's Boy" stories to find this book lots of fun.
The characters were developed early and none of the back-story was badly inserted (many authors don't master this)
The Butcher's boy, by any other name.
Yes, but not mandatory.
This was the first book I read of this series, and was excited to read the others; unfortunately the prior books did not measure up.
Definitely the top 3. Maybe number 1 for making a difference in my life! I have never rated a book as the "ONE to read"; I would feel uncomfortable making that decision for anyone else. This book, however, is a gift, especially to Americans, from any state. Internationally, others will glimpse a snapshot of the U.S. they never expected.
"The Orphan Master's Son", though it was very different and a work of fiction. The truth's revealed and the impact of the 2 stories are immense. I loved every word of "Detroit" as the author took me to a new, different world, within the very world I live in.
No, but he was perfect for this book.
It was good enough to, but I took breaks just to do the book justice and allow it to sink in. I needed time, occasionally, just to think about the reality of the story.
Very few authors can write non-fiction as engrossing as fiction. Charlie LeDuff is gifted in this rare talent! Really, no matter what you usually read, this book will grip you. I love a fast paced thriller with believable heroes and complex story lines; but "Detroit" was as much a page turner as any of them.
The story is intricately written and well produced.
A time to kill, of course. There have been several Grisham books I did not like and had stopped reading his work for a while. This book brought me back!
He's always good.
If I could have I would have!
I'm going to give Grisham another chance- He is at his peak!
No. It was a sad combination of shallow writing and an horrific experience.
No. The editing and structure were not continuous. The reader is pushed in time from future to present to past to present; always, always, landing in a puddle of Elizabeth's defenses.
She reads well, if she were reading a bedtime story to a child. A professional might have been able to expose more of the emotions Elizabeth seemed to be trying to convey. Her voice is too childish to convey anger or fear or even the righteous indignation that she is certainly entitled to.
The editor should have stopped her from using the sentence, "And then he raped me." I don't need a play by play of sex. A rape is a multifaceted experience for any woman or girl. There was more to say than "He took me in the tent and raped me." At the very least, the revulsion of having to look at a dirty grown man's penis and the fear that she would lose her virginity to this monster should have been part of this horrific act on a child. The editor and co-writer failed to get Elizabeth to open up. Constantly saying that she hated or feared her captor did not convey the effects of those emotions on a fourteen-year-old girl.
I really wanted to like this story, and I think there will be plenty of stars awarded her by deeply religious people who simply want to uphold her writing as they uphold her faith. I cannot be one of those readers because I hope Elizabeth reads some of the more critical reviews and, even if not for publication, allows herself to feel and explore more deeply. This is a story that Elizabeth chose to write. If she was not ready to reveal any of herself to herself and the world, then it was not time to tell her story. I sincerely wish her well and hope that she learns introspection as a tool toward a lifetime of healing.
Yes. Absolutely. It's important to remember that evil is dangerous and does exist in humans and their governments; those who believe that "making nice" with evil will bring the world to peace are naive, and perhaps equally as dangerous.
The Gulag Archipelago was arguably as important, but the Orphan Master's Son is much more engaging and easily read. Read it as non-fiction. Then think twice about chemical weapons.
The scenes portraying the families' fear of each other within the family. The scenes of North Koreans holding themselves as superior to all others and stealing citizens of other countries. These are not folk tales.
My own father told me these stories in the mid-1970s as an explanation as to why we should NEVER have a treaty with North Korea. I was a naive "Peace-nic" and thought he must be exaggerating.
He was an intelligence officer (translate: spy) who won metals for discovering the very secret tunnels used as described in this book.
The Other Reality. Yes, they really do believe that all other countries are evil and inferior. They also have no qualms about destroying each and every one of us.
Please know that I was tear-gassed during Viet-Nam war protests and do not regret it. That said, this book should be read by every American and citizen of the free world. These people are dangerous. Adam Johnson has an important message for us and we should take it very seriously.
This book deserves the awards it received!
You know the phrase "Deep down inside", referring to someone who really is supposedly nice or loving, but just doesn't show it? Is the concept worth almost 400 pages? "Survivor in Death is devoted to, and has every conversation, about this ridiculous adolescent attitude.
The main character, Eve, is continuously reassuring herself or being reassured by others. And I mean CONTINUOUSLY. Now, just in case Eve (or J. D. Robb) didn't get it the first 300 times, I'd like to add: "You can do it, you are alright, just let it go, everybody knows you are a good person, DEEP DOWN INSIDE."
It's enough to make you nauseous after the first time, but every chapter? Come on J.D. have a heart for the reader too! Making them endure pages and pages, chapter after monotonous chapter, of contemplating and mulling and dwelling on Eve’s past, and present, and her pain, or her man, or psychiatrist, contemplating with her…
But then, thank goodness, Robb gives Eve a quick break for sex with the man who must be insane to even be there. And the pillow talk is about, what? Poor Eve. Poor Eve. We must protect poor Eve.
This could have been an intriguing story if only Robb had gone on with the story. But for all those hundreds of pages, no solid progress is made in the case for the readers to do some crime solving of their own.
First, what genre would it be? Possibly Romance Novels? In that case, yes. I am totally turned off from the genre of Romance Novels masquerading as Mystery Fiction. In this, I think Robb has a genre all of her own and I am very turned off by it.
I became certain of Robb's unique genre, when I had an unexpected wake-up call!
It happened right after starting Part 2.: I forgot to press ‘pause’ when I stopped listening (about a half-hour before). I put the earplugs in and prepared to rewind--- but I had not missed a thing! Eve was, again, dwelling on her damaged childhood, and the man who loved her anyway, and how wounded she was, and how to go on with life, and how strong she must be, and on and on and on.
Yes, readers, she was fine. She would be strong and fine. Fine. Deep Down Inside. Fine. Strong. OMG
I don't know who these people are who gave this book 5 stars. I'm perplexed. I guess we won't be best friends and that's ok.
She could have recommended editing Robb's redundancy, but that's not her job. She was fine.
If it weren’t for the narrator it would be unlistenable. She did well with the material given to her with passable accents and gender changes.
Readers, I am so hurt, so deeply wounded. I will never, ever, read this woman, J. D. Robb again. I now carry that with me. But I must be strong. I will, yes, WILL get past it. Yes, readers, I am all the more determined!
Deep down inside, I know I am strong. As long as others believe in me I can be strong for them too. I will not allow this book back into my life, or question whether this terrible experience will rule me! I will let only one man love me, and he alone will know me...
Oh. Sorry. I got carried away. It happens. But unlike J. D. Robb I did not get carried away for hundreds of pages, and then have the audacity to sell it.
NO I was fooled by the title. The author writes like a high school lecturer. This could have been a great read, but way too much lecturing.
Even given the dry material, I still think a little emotion could have been exuded.
No- it just keeps you waiting for SOMETHING interesting.
Advise: Hire a ghost writer.
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