Grisham can write a story. There's no doubt about that. But he's lazy. He spends chapters rehashing the same things and going into unnecessary detail about stuff we don't need to know and add nothing to the story. It's also very black and white, a cartoon. And I'm against the death penalty. I wish Grisham could write again like he used to. But that takes effort!
The nicest thing anyone at Audible can do is to rate the performer/reader of a book. I've bought so many good books that were spoiled by unpleasant or plain bad reading. This one is a case in point. I like Nesbo a lot, and this book is no exception, but I just can't stand the reader. I'm moving it to the iPad.
Several times, I considered giving up the audio version to go to print. There are some beautiful passages in the book that don't come across well when read, especially by the female voice. The dialog emulates teen speak and, hello, I tote would have been down to see what that looks like in print.
Aw, I'm a fan of Stephen Moran. I liked Holly very much and also Celina.
Stephen Hogan gives me the impression that he is Stephen Moran. He's very good, a great performer, and spares us the squeaky voices when he reads a woman's part. Lara Hutchinson was on the wrong side of creepy cute and that was annoying. But what a challenge, this book. She managed not to bug me too much with the teenspeak.
No. Too long. But I came close. Picked up the buds at the slightest opportunity.
Tana French knows these girls. And so do I. I didnt' go to a boarding school but a lot of the issues, the way they support each other and the way they destroy one another, rang many many bells. Well done.
A plot and better character development. The main person in the story, Megan, is shallow and annoying. The author uses the tired technique of going back in forth between protagonists none of which has anything to say.
I will not take a risk next time and listen to something from a familiar author and narrator.
I won't look for one but I won't avoid it either.
Listen to the reviews. And if there are none, well, bite the bullet.
This story is predictable and light, with a good dose of Canada bashing. Mostly, I cringed every time I had the earbuds in. Thanks to the bubbly reading, young women are all light-headed dingbats and foreign accents are indigestible.
I'm surprised at the high marks this book and narrator have received. I can only say this: make sure you listen to the sample reading before you buy.
Well written vintage Louise Erdrich. I loved the book, the story, about the very important issue of violence against Native American women. Written with sensitivity and also with Erdrich's characteristic humor, it's a book you can't put down.
But the reader is awful. He was chosen I suppose because he is or sounds Native American (think Free Willie) which would have been nice. But this reader ends his sentences in the middle of a sentence. You can almost see the period. And then takes up again to finish. Ad he reads very slowly.
I bought the book.
The ending will blow your mind. At least, I didn't expect it and enjoyed the whole book without more expectations than to have a good story. Turns out that it's more than that, unexpected and strong.
I like how this book is written and I get a good sense of place and time. The characters are memorable and believable. It's tough to put down.
This is not Alan Furst's best novel, by any stretch. The plot and the characters are good but not unexceptional and, if it's not wasted money to buy this book, you probably will be able to put it down long enough for convenience breaks.
I enjoyed Daniel Gerroll's reading very much. He doesn't act out the characters and scenes although he gives each character a different voice. What was unexpected and a great delight is to have the impression, very often, of hearing Peter Sellers' Pink Panther in many of the dialogues. Same tone, same inflection, same way to end a sentence by letting it die down.
John Grisham used to be a writer who cared. He wrote well and his stories were surprising and full of unexpected twists. But he's getting lazy and complacent. Not with just his book but with most of the last five or six. Calico Joe is predictable, looooonnnng and booooooriiiiing. Even if you love baseball, you're going to see the old chestnuts piling up at every turn. It's not worth reading and it definitely is my last Grisham book. And that's sad because I used to like him very much.
This is another book that makes me wish that we had a book club for discussion. It's courageous, readable, passionate and it's difficult to put down. And, as always with John Irving, it's easy to read, familiar, intimate even.
If I didn't give it a full 5-star rating, it's because I want the main character to be a straight arrow (pardon the unintended pun), an advocate for those who live non-heterosexual lives, someone who is unimpeachable. But Bill Abbott is a bit self-centered.... Here is a man for whom others have risked and lost a lot to fight for him and he makes no effort to see them again, to seek them out. Even at the bed side of a dying man, he will be the star.
That said, many in his circle of friends and relatives are wonderful. They are the bricks of this powerful story.
This story is not a story. There's nothing there. It's kind of a Victorian bodice ripper that makes fun of a ghothic bodice ripper, set in the very boring life of an insipid Victorian bimbo. I'm sorry I stuck it out until the end. The reader does what she can but her style dragged this ordeal even more.
I don't understand the high reviews at all.
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