The narrator captured the voice of Charlie LeDuff. Sad a world weary in a shocking world of corruption and incompetence.
Monica Conyers seemed like a bad character on a late night comedy show. I had to go to YouTube to confirm that outrageous stories in the book.
Without giving the plot away, I will say that if this were a novel, I would have thrown it away because it is impossible to believe that any story could be this sad. Just when you think it can't get any worse, it get much, much worse.
Charlie McDuff tells parallel stories of life in Detroit, the history of the city and his own family and friends. I listened through in a few days.
I listened to the book through a purchase on Audible.com and often read along on my Nook. Mr. Rutherfurd occupied me though several sessions of the elliptical machines. British actress Jean Gilpin was a talented reader, fluent enough in French for this American’s ears, though her American voices were an odd mix of lazy and sarcastic. Is that how Europeans think we sound?
Mr. Rutherfurd made the entire story so good that it is impossible for me to pick out once section.
This book has no star because the real star is the city itself--though I will say I like Edith a bit more than the other characters.
Luc was the most memorial character, though an explanation would spoil the novel.
Like a great jigsaw puzzle, Edward Rutherfurd hop scotches back and forth through history, introducing us to families and stories that he neatly ties together in the end. Many reviewers complained that the book did not follow a straight chronology, instead the author introduces his readers to the various aspects of the characters of a handful of fictional families from the thirteenth century to 1968. The only criticism this reader had of past Rutherfurd novels is that a particular storyline can run on too longer and become dull. In Paris, the author keeps your attention to following a theme back and forth through different time periods. Some readers compare Rutherfurd to James Michener, but where Michener reports, Rutherferd weaves a magnificent story through time.
Only one minor criticism of the book comes to mind: Rutherfurd is not a romance writer, and his treatment of the characters in the 1920s become a bit vapid, though perhaps another reader might feel not agree.
At 38 hours of 712 pages, Paris is not an quick read, but take that as a positive, because the length of the novel with allow you to spend many hours in a place and with people you will enjoy.
The story wasn’t very strong. Perhaps that’s unfair because I just finished the Steig Larsson trilogy, but I wasn’t impressed with Adam Mitzner’s first effort. One of the plot turns occurred to me within the first few pages. There was only one surprise, and I might have figured that out if I gave it some thought. The story is plausible, there isn’t a deus ex machine, but the story was anything but engrossing. Scott Turow can rest easy.
This is an important book, but it was a bit of a trudge from time to time. I would have preferred an abridged version because Friedman tends to repeat himself. The reader’s affectation whenever he reads Friedman’s phrase “Hot, Flat, and Crowded” was annoying. If the book was read on television, I have no doubt that drinking games would be invented from the overused used phrase.
I was a assigned David Copperfield in high school, and I wondered how I would feel about the book more than thirty years later.
Narrator Frederick Davidson captures many voices and presents the in an enjoyable fashion. Dickens is as I remember him, a stuffy crusader with an ability to create wonderful and unforgettable characters.
Invest in the long version. You'll get the houyse clean, organize your CD colledction, and maybe drive halfway around the country....but you will not be bored.
West Palm Beach, FL
Daschle's writing is probably not as egocentric or hyperbolic as Stephen Hoye?s read, but the combined package often makes the Senator sound foolish. The book is interesting, but rather self-serving and oddly familiar at times. Daschle has a very important role in the events of 2000-2002, and his views are worthwhile. That?s the good news and it makes the book worthwhile. On the other hand, Daschle presents his role and his life as if the reader is completely familiar with all things Daschle.
This may be an unfair criticism because of the breathless and overacted read by Stephen Hoye. Hoye?s pregnant pauses and exaggerated intonations make even the smallest event sound as if it took place on December 7, 1941. Paul Harvey sounds monotone next to Hoye. The book would have easily earned an extra star if it were not for the narration.
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