This book isn't some snotty deep elitist pseudo-intellectual tome written by people who are ashamed to read or write about mystery fiction but know there's money in it. No, it's a series of very short appreciations of 100 different fictional detectives, some well known and some now quite obscure, by mystery writers who love the genre and know what they're talking about. Worth reading just for the 1990 letter from Lord Peter Wimsey's granddaughter. Can be dipped into or read cover to cover, depending onyour inclination. I didn't agree with several of the comments, but it was clear they had come from people who had read the books and not just skimmed the blurbs.
I appreciated that the author put a note in the back detailing where and how she deviated from historical record in creating this novel. It's a fascinating social history and legal thriller and it would make a terrific film.
Miss Isadora Alvescot and her family have lived comfortably at Pusay, but her father's recent death means that Pusay will go to the heir, Viscount Roborough, and they must leave. Isadora believes she can support her family by becoming an actress on the London stage, and though she's good (as Roborough acknowledges when he first sees her rehearsing Juliet's death scene in the gazebo), she hasn't a clue what being a London actress really entails. Roborough must sell Pusay because his father was a gambling addict and left massive debts of honor. Both he and Isadora are rather hotheaded and misunderstandings arise due to lack of communication.
A bit old-fashioned in tone (and there's nothing wrong with that) but well written by an author who gets the details right. No sex, for those who care about that.
The idea of this novel is engaging - a Victorian London developing slightly differently, with airships and steam cabs - but the execution isn't. The prose is bare bones flat, and the characters two dimensional such that I found it impossible to get interested in them or their problems. This might work better as a graphic novel, where the art could fill in for the tired prose, or a movie, where the actors could lend the characters some personality. I can't recommend this book, except to people who like zombie automaton sorts of stories. Steampunk is cool, but this book isn't a good example of it.
Tremendously absorbing read, albeit terribly violent but then given the premise why wouldn't it be? This author really knows how to keep you turning pages into the wee hours. I can't wait for the next book; I am hoping the tantalizing question of what the Wave was and why it happened will be answered. I would recommend it, and its prequel Without Warning, but be warned, there is a lot of ugly, gory, violent content contained in it.
"Not for Republicans"? Not for Democrats either, I would have said - to anyone who's looking to read a justification of his or her party's leaders or actions.
Reads like fiction - which most of it ,ust be, since I don't see how, short of science fiction, the author could be inside the mind of someone else's penis (if such a thing has its own mind).
Be warned - colorful language barely begins to describe some of the writing here. I found parts very hard to listen to, and I didn't really believe much of it -- but there's no denying it's a rivetting read/listen. You do have to bear in mind that this is one rather jaded and problematic author's deconstructionist take on Clinton, Bush, et al. Therefore I learned more about sustaining a reader's interest than I did about politics or history.
Interesting in its own right but certainly not for everyone.
Joe Eszterhas has done some fine scripts (though they're not the ones he is known for) and he certainly knows how to hold a reader's interest. This book covers the Clinton scandals and candidate Bush from a unique perspective; he blends his research into these events with wildly fanciful reconstructions of what was going through the minds and reproductive equipment of those involved. So it's fantasy, in a way. I guess. It's given a brilliant (but hardly impartial) reading by Ed Asner and others. Parts were hard to listen to as they went over my personal glurge limit, but I give it a grudging recommendation, with a strong warning for those sensitive to explicit sexual material and/or foul language.
Oversize trade paperback import from UK. Lots of photos of Gillian Anderson & David Duchovny from their early lives, photo shoots, etc., plus many still from X-Files. Chapters on their early days, the beginnings of X-Files, and how their subsequent fame has affected their lives. Mostly color, some black & white.
I wanted to like this book as I had liked another Kate Dolan title, A Certain Want of Reason. I like trad regencies but am often unhappy when they are too modern. This one is very much in the spirit of 19th century novels. However I just couldn't get interested in it and set it aside unfinished.
Good thriller with credible heroine and hero, but, as another reviewer has pointed out, very message-y - very cynical; I'm surprised the authors found any good guys at all on our side. No. 1 in a series; The Solomon Effect is No. 2
What's up with the cover photo for this book? My copy, which has the same ISBN, has one of those studmuffin covers that drove Ms Balogh to seek another publisher :) For some reason PBSwap has shown the same cover as Only Enchanting has. How curious.
Unfinished. I read about half of this, put it down, and never picked it up again. Found it flat and completely uninteresting. Would love to see more comments so I can learn what I was intended to see in it.
A two time-track novel - Clemmie in 1999, Addie and Bea in the 1920s. Clemmie's granny Addie is failing, and Clemmie becomes caught up in larning family secrets dating back to the days of London's Bright Young Things. We follow Addie's past story back and forth to Clemmie's present. I found it very readable, although I've read much written in the 1920s and those portions don't have quite the right flavor to me. If you have seen the movie White Mischief (or read that book), some of this book takes place in the Kenya of that era.
A traditional regency, as opposed to a regency historical. No sex beyond references. Spy plot. Has a secondary romance between an older couple. Not a great literary stylist here, but it's readable enough and an OK timepasser.
The detective hero of this book, Charles Lenox, is a Victorian gentleman who solves crimes as a hobby. With his love for tea and toast and a good warm fire, he seems more like a hobbit than a man. I also didn't find his friendship with Lady Jane very convincing; he seemed rather lukewarm about it all though it is supposed to develop into something warmer over the course of the series. However the story itself is interesting and readable, if a bit slow here and there. People who like 'cozies' might like this one.