Staincliffe writes perceptively and compassionately about the damage sustained by the still living victims of murder, the families of two young men left to try to come to terms with devastating loss, yet her treatment of the survivors treats their grim struggle so respectfully that the reader is moved rather than depressed by entering their world.
I learn a lot here, and I like the characters, but I don't feel that either the main character grew in this novel, nor did my understanding of him deepen. And after awhile the sheer number of insane sadists over and over in this series just gets old.
McCall Smith shows how-though we're all flawed-some of us are more flawed than others, and yet we all deserve to be treated kindly, if not uncritically. I love these people and their city.
These people are just great company-wry, charming and curiously and kcuriously moral. And even those shown as deeply flawd are shown thus with a comic, kindly eye. If you're looking for heart-pounding plot twists, go elsewhere.
This is a great story. At the end all that action seemed a little formulaic. I'd rather have had more on the characters and less wild adventure, but I may be in the minority there. Effective narrator.
The psychological (& sociological) complexity and empathy she shows to her characters and her extraordinary sensitivity to nature make me love Larrson's work. The narrator is more than competent, but her take on the characters conflicted with my own and thus caused me to try to more or less ignore her. This is just a personal taste and others may obviously react otherwise to her reading.
While Jean's vapidness got a little old, I loved getting more of characters like Frances, and I'd love to get more of early Hamish.
Yes. Great story.
The other Martin books, The Name of the Wind, but-for me-not the Tolkien books.
Stupid, cartoony voices that make no sense in terms of the author's characterization. The reader just seems pleased with his ability to twist his tongue around. Well educated people sound like yokels and the women sound like the Olive Oil of the old Popeye cartoons. I am really baffled by why, since when he just doesn't do these voices, Dotrice is good.
I found it impossible to get to the end. The obtrusive, melodramatic performance made me cringe.
Just read the book and quash the sound effects and melodrama.
I can't say.
This was gut wrenchingly awful.
I would recommend paper. I can't conceive of how they chose this reader
I've always liked the characters in this series, and I love Maron's sense of place.
Not in a million years.
Couldn't take the reader in long sessions.
The buzzard info is great.
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