san francisco | Member Since 2008
What a fun, scary romp through Lucas Davenport's chase to catch his creepiest arch enemy. Highly recommend!
There were fleeting moments when I was listening intently, gripped by mystery and eager to hear each word--but they weren't very often. To me, the book came *this close* to sounding "preachy" and if it wasn't Tana French I don't think I would have had the patience to listen through the coming-of-age story of girlhood, being part of a clan and exploring the differences between the sexes and the classes. More of a YA novel than a mystery...definitely not as arresting as her first three books.
With a hint of Matthew Mcconaughey in there, J. Rodney Turner's voice is startlingly arresting, not only because of its charming accent but because Mr. Turner's warm tone just makes you want to hear what he's gonna say next.
The story? Reedonkulous. But listening to Mr. Turner suspended my disbelief for 12 hours.
The narration is okay but the story is so far-fetched that it's ridiculous. There are also some good moments where Koryta teaches us about survival and Montana and fire fighting but even then it's pretty preach-y and ham-fisted. All in all, not my favorite 11 hours.
Southern, ooze-y, boozy and bleak with the kind of protagonist we love to root for. Michael Kramer is pitch perfect, confessing a hit man's philosophy through a story of botched redemption.
Campbell Scott's narration blends serious doom with contemporary snark in a story about the end of the world that left me wanting to work backwards and change events for a hopeful finish. So cinematic and way before its time...before The Walking Dead, before Avatar, before I Am Legend...with a heartbreaking longing for the things we take for granted on planet Earth.
Exquisite writing and excellent narration make The Woodcutter a must-listen for those of us who love a mystery fraught with human foibles.
There's really no need to review this NYC cop thriller because everyone knows Sandford's the bomb, but if you're on the fence about using a credit for this title, don't hesitate. Richard Ferrone expertly spins the Lucas Davenport tale and Sandford doesn't disappoint. Eerie bad guy. Cheeky good guy. Nutty dialogue. Edge of your seat fare. Click add to cart and you'll be happy.
That title doesn't make much sense, but, like a rich Italian entree, I'm trying to figure out all the ingredients that made this short novel so enjoyable to listen to. The writing is precise and introspective, the tone is self-deprecating, the atmosphere, urban with a splash of European beach culture. The narration (not an Italian accent) is seductive, chiseled and intimate.
The story is besides the point...this is a character study squisito with Milhone-style details (instead of pulling on jeans and a sweatshirt, our protagonist slips into soft Italian loafers). Avvocato Guido shares his meals with us along with his embarrassments, unromantic notions and Italian points of law. Veramente buono!
How many novels, nonfiction accounts, documentaries and movies have I watched about the Holocaust? My mother even worked at the Simon Wiesenthal Center. I figure I've had my fill of understanding that hideous time in history and yet...I was compelled, once again, to listen to the grotesque details, to ponder the evil and fortitude of human beings and to wonder what I would have done if I'd been alive then.
And then when the heroes show up to rescue the prisoners, I felt that wonderful elation I always do, to be on the side of the good guys who sent Hitler and his minions running for their lives.
Evocative writing with fresh details and intimate performances all the way around. Learned new things and even had to look up Schutzhaftlagerführer in Wikipedia.
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