Superstar comedian and Hollywood box-office star Kevin Hart turns his immense talent to the written word by writing some words. Some of those words include: the, a, for, above, and even even. Put them together and you have the funniest, most heartfelt, and most inspirational memoir on survival, success, and the importance of believing in yourself since Old Yeller.
I'm such a sucker for cute critters, but my latest life lesson is not to be influenced by puppy propaganda. This book was such an ordeal. I tried several approaches to get though it, the best being to listen in 15-minute chunks, pretending to be at a live comedy show, but nothing worked. The thing is, all that profanity might be amusing the first couple of times, being unexpected and perhaps our own reaction to similar situations, but it's not enough. And I couldn't understand why he didn't understand death and taxes and the need to budget for food, clothing and shelter before he reached adulthood. There was nothing I could learn from this book, and I do like to find that gem in every book. Over 11 hours of nonsense, including all the babble, which also surprised me the first couple of times but which quickly lost any charm. I just couldn't finish it, and that's the bottom line.
A six-year-old girl is found in the Norwegian countryside, hanging lifeless from a tree and dressed in strange doll's clothes. Around her neck is a sign that says, "I'm traveling alone." A special homicide unit in Oslo reopens with veteran police investigator Holger Munch at the helm. Holger's first step is to persuade the brilliant but haunted investigator Mia Krüger, who has been living on an isolated island, overcome by memories of her past.
Pretty good mystery, but I'd had more than enough of that "come to me Mia" crap the first time it was used. I can well understand that a police detective suffering from traumatic stress might repeatedly remember something unpleasant, but how much time would she spend on an image from a dream? Especially when she has real-life evil to think about, like the abuse of a defenseless baby animal later in the book? Our world's problems aren't caused by dreams, ghosts, angels, demigods, aliens, monsters in the closet, etc.etc etc... Our problems are caused by our fellow homo sapiens, so let's just try to stick to the facts.
When Inspector Peter Glebsky arrives at a remote ski chalet on vacation, the last thing he intends to do is get involved in any police work. He's there to ski, drink brandy, and loaf around in blissful solitude. But he hadn't counted on the other vacationers, an eccentric bunch, including a famous hypnotist, a physicist with a penchant for gymnastic feats, a sulky teenager of indeterminate gender, and the mysterious Mr. and Mrs. Moses.
I guess I don't really need aliens to spice up my mystery reads. Science fiction fans would probably get a kick out of this.
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The dusty files of a venerable dictionary publisher, a hidden cache of coded clues, a story written by a phantom author, an unsolved murder in a gritty urban park: all collide memorably in Emily Arsenault's magnificent debut, at once a teasing literary puzzle, an ingenious suspense novel, and an exploration of definitions: of words, of who we are, and of the stories we choose to define us.
Such a cool book. Third time I've listened to it since I bought it in 2012 (can't listen to most more than once), and it seems to get better with time. Doesn't waste any time on endless car/foot/balloon? chases, hunts through underground caves/pipes/tunnels, any kind of hot sex, or grating self-analysis about mistreatment by mom/dads/siblings/lovers. It's a mystery with lots of meat, and I really appreciate that. Also, really clever and amusing interludes involving lexicographic issues, plus a few cute jokes.
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Who thought it would be a good idea to have that fairy dance music as background to someone discussing rape and murder? I don't get it. And all that strange music and running the credits at every chapter break amounted to a serious waste of time. I'm not that good at skipping through all the repetitive stuff, but I did it because I wanted to hear how they successfully solved a case with literally no forensic evidence and investigators who were pretty much asleep at the controls. Don't want to be a spoiler here, but surprise, they didn't solve it. If it weren't for all the cute accents, there would be no reason to listen to this production.
With extraordinary access to the West Wing, Michael Wolff reveals what happened behind-the-scenes in the first nine months of the most controversial presidency of our time in Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House. Since Donald Trump was sworn in as the 45th President of the United States, the country—and the world—has witnessed a stormy, outrageous, and absolutely mesmerizing presidential term that reflects the volatility and fierceness of the man elected Commander-in-Chief.
but it's not a profound book. It's very entertaining and informative in a gossipy, sordid sort of way, and narration was first-rate, but there is nothing to reflect the issues that should be terrifying us all, like the effects of global warming, the damage that the Trump administration is doing to our nation and the planet, the attempts to sell our natural treasures to Trump's cronies so they can pollute even more. It’s clear none of them knows what made this country great, so they never had a chance of making it great “again.” With a bit more digging, the real subversive and avaricious motives behind their policies and actions could have been brought to light. Maybe someone who is even more of an insider could do a better job of exposure, but this should really be enough. I think everyone would benefit from reading this book, with the understanding that it only scratches the surface.
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Dr. Emory Charbonneau, a pediatrician and marathon runner, disappears on a mountain road in North Carolina. By the time her husband Jeff, miffed over a recent argument, reports her missing, the trail has grown cold. Literally. Fog and ice encapsulate the mountainous wilderness and paralyze the search for her. While police suspect Jeff of "instant divorce," Emory, suffering from an unexplained head injury, regains consciousness and finds herself the captive of a man whose violent past is so dark that he won't even tell her his name.
I hate hate hate when books that seem to have an interesting plot (based on critical and reader reviews) turn out to be sex romps. That said, I thought some of the segments between romps were worthy to be called mystery/thriller/suspense, but then I arrived at the juvenile/cliche'd/improbable nonsense and lost all respect again. Such a shame, because I think if you took out all the unnecessary segments you'd end up with about 7 hours of good book, which would be perfect, in my humble opinion.
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Joe Goldberg is no stranger to hiding bodies. In the past 10 years, this 30-something has buried four of them, collateral damage in his quest for love. Now he's heading west to Los Angeles, the city of second chances, determined to put his past behind him. In Hollywood, Joe blends in effortlessly with the other young upstarts. He eats guac, works in a bookstore, and flirts with a journalist neighbor. But while others seem fixated on their own reflections, Joe can't stop looking over his shoulder.
I know, I should have read the reviews, so it serves me right. But seriously, why is this in the mystery category? Audible does have a sticky sex category, too, and I think the folks who enjoy that sort of thing would probably really enjoy this, but somebody expecting a mystery is going to be terribly disappointed. Having a sex addict serial killer doing all the sloppy sex doesn't make it anything other than porn. If a really good narrator and a dislike of Los Angeles are enough to keep one entertained, then perhaps one could overlook the lack of actual mystery, but I think it's false advertising. I've listened to half of it now, waiting for something intriguing to happen, but 7 hours and still nothing? of a 13 hour book? Enough already.
Sami Macbeth is not a master criminal. He's not even a minor one. He's not a jewel thief. He's not a safe-cracker. He's not an expert in explosives. Sami plays guitar and wants to be a rock god but keeps getting side-tracked by unforeseen circumstances. Fifty-four hours ago Sami was released from prison. Thirty-six hours ago he slept with the woman of his dreams at the Savoy. An hour ago his train blew up. Now he's carrying a rucksack through London's West End and has turned himself into the most wanted terrorist in the country.
I don't want to give anything away, and maybe some of my reaction has to do with the fact that the book didn't become another gruesome depiction of the evils of terrorism, but I have to say that I can't recall the last time I've enjoyed a book so much. I think a lot has to do with the humor and word craft, but the plot was really interesting to follow, the cliffhangers don't leave us hanging for three chapters, the action was conceivable, and the ending was satisfying. A number of really horrible things do happen, most of which involved the victimization of the protagonist's sister (really ugly stuff), but on the other hand I think something in every chapter made me laugh, and I appreciate that. This is going right onto my list of audio books that I'll listen to more than once.
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One question, a split-second decision, and Brian Darby lies dead on the kitchen floor. His wife, state police trooper Tessa Leoni, claims to have shot him in self-defense, and bears the bruises to back up her tale. For veteran detective D. D. Warren it should be an open-and-shut case. But where is their six-year-old daughter? As the homicide investigation ratchets into a frantic statewide search for a missing child, D. D. Warren must partner with former lover Bobby Dodge to break through the blue wall of police brotherhood, seeking to understand the inner workings of a trooper’s mind while also unearthing family secrets.
So often it happens that mystery/thriller/police procedurals are too heavy on testosterone, but I guess pregnancy hormones can be just as bothersome. Aside from the probability of the events described, I found the repeating of the tooth jingle and kiddie poetry to be way tiresome. Don't these books have editors these days? Most of us survive motherhood without doing that kind of thing in public. I found the story to be interesting, but the author kind of spoiled it with all the peripheral nonsense.