get this wonderful book in print. Stephen Hoye reads every sentence, every paragraph, every page in the same tone of voice with an identical, monotonous rhythm. Doesn't matter if he's reading about a Nazi atrocity or a beautiful day in the country...same inflection.
This is a suspenseful book, as you would expect from James Lee Burke. I may be a bit slow but I thought the ending was somewhat vague as to how the two main characters got out of the trouble they were in and how they spent the rest of their lives. The newspaper article solved some problems but I felt some loose ends still dangled. Again, it may just be me.
For my taste Mr. Burke gets a bit purple with his prose..."meretricious" is a favorite word...but it may also be that Will Patton has a habit throughout Burke's books of pausing before delivering one of these mouthfuls and pronouncing every-letter-and-syllable-very-distinctly. So maybe the purple quality is less apparent in a print version of these books. Lots and lots of references to epic poems and ancient gods and myths.
Again, I loved most of the characters especially Grandfather, but found the hero a bit too virtuous to be believable. Also wonder what happened to a villainous relative of the protagonist's. Not sure if he is just meant to throw the reader a curve or if he's a character whose purpose wasn't sufficiently thought-out.
Very interesting subject, probably well-written...but I couldn't listen longer than 90 minutes. John Keating has also ruined the Quirke books by Benjamin Black/John Banville. He has a bouncy inflection that never changes from paragraph to paragraph, character to character, or book to book.
not sure...I'm normally an enthusiastic Joan Didion fan
Where to begin? She reads in a weird hushed tone as if reading a baby to sleep. Not well-suited to Didion's gritty style. If a reader is lucky enough to be hired to record a book, one would think s/he would look up all proper nouns and any words that are unfamiliar. Mispronounced words: Point Hueneme ("Port Wanamay"), centrifugal, seismological, realtor (really??? a two-syllable word is too difficult???), anecdote, ancillary, Eli Broad (rhymes with road, not odd), and on and on. Really no excuse.
Joan Didion should get more input as to who records her books. Maybe I would have enjoyed these essays more in print. I certainly love her other works.
This is clearly a book for C.S. Lewis aficionados. Whether he experienced his conversion in 1929 or 1930 takes up endless time. Did it take place on a trip to the zoo with his brother, or a trip to the zoo by himself? I'm sure some people care, but I don't. If you're writing a thesis or dissertation on Lewis, you would be able to use this book. If you're a listener who wants to go right to the heart of what made Lewis tick, this may be too slow and scholarly for you. It was for me.
Robin Sachs was a treasure (I especially love his Harry Hole readings) but the plodding quality of this prose did not give his wonderful range as an actor anything to work with.
I don't usually like books in which a precocious pre-teen/teen is the main character, but in this book it works, especially with the excellent reading by Emma Galvin. I grew more squeamish about the parents and their weird life but kept reading because the mystery was compelling. Did not like the ending...culprit came completely out of left field which I think is cheating for a mystery writer. Also, Mr. Searles has a wonderful writing style but seems to have problems with past participles of some verbs and it's kind of jarring..."she sunk", "we snuck" (really?!), "he spit".
Yes...but you will also want the print version to underline and note beautiful phrases and passages..
Her openness to life and what she calls, "the trampoline of love"
Impossible to choose...many ties for first place.
I heartily recommend this book. At first, I was distracted by O'Brien's noisy S's, but that would be a silly reason not to dive into this book. She's a wonderful reader/storyteller. Her love of place (and not just Ireland) and her love for people both draw out her powerful gifts of description. Although there are many stories including famous people, I did not pick up any sense that O'Brien considers herself superior. In fact, some of the small cameos of nameless people are the most wonderful, like the night watchman in an Irish castle who passes the time by reciting classical soliloquies. You will catch yourself cringing, thinking, "Don't do it!" as the author makes mistakes that seem predictable, but she conveys the fog of love so well, you realize we've all made mistakes like this.
If it were 75% shorter, if the author didn't belabor his points, and if he hadn't name-dropped throughout the book (by all means,share the pithy or wise remark made by a famous person but in the spirit of St. Francis' humility, leave out the irrelevant detail that the remark was made to you in person). Author comes across as having Workshop Presenter Personality Disorder, a narcissism that leads him to believe that every random, banal thought he has is original (this book has no originality) and profound. Save your book credit and pass this one by.
Biography Of Edward Curtis
It was adequate but had a stagey kind of false intimacy.
Annoyance. I was looking forward to some fresh ideas about the second half of life. Nothing profound here. Could have used a good editor.
Gets off to a slightly slow start, but keep listening! The story is a tightly woven mystery with vivid characters (could do without the mother) and the ending is outstanding. Better writing than usual in a mystery novel...especially the ending.
A three-dimensional portrait of this unusual woman. A tip: through either a production error or a hyper-caffeinated narrator, the reading of this book is much too fast...and I found it annoying. If you listen on your ipod, I suggest going to Settings and changing the speed to Slower. There's a bit of an echo but for me it was less irritating than the ridiculous speed of the reading on 'normal'.
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