Jesus, what a windbag. And what editor thought that in 2022 it was a good idea to let an AARP member rhapsodize at length about some underage breasts he saw in 1981?
A very unpleasant and overwritten novel about a teenage sociopath that tortures his dog and the family who is unwilling or unable to intervene. And then there is a hurricane.
The Last Book On The Left: Stories of Murder and Mayhem from History's Most Notorious Serial Killers by Ben Kissel
Really enjoy the podcast, but this just didn't work as a book. What makes the pod work is the interplay of the hosts and the delivery of the lines. Trying to replicate that in a book format was a noble effort, but it just wasn't the same. What you have is 9 synopses of killers the show has already covered, with not that funny asides interspersed. Save your money and just listen to the show.
Richard Russo has written many very enjoyable books. This is not one of them.
What a trial. Endless blocks of text detailing the movements of characters we've been given no reason to care at all about.
As a twin, I generally enjoy memoirs about the twin relationship. Based on the cover and title, I thought this would be that. However, it is basically just a memoir about the author's illness with a few scattered references to his twin. Not terrible, just not what I was looking for.
Don't read this collection of dull stories expecting any insight into Maine or its residents; it was clearly written by someone "from away" and many of the stories bear no relation to the state at all except a throw-away line or reference. I assume they were added later when the author was searching for some way to tie together these meandering fragments.
Did anyone else notice? That Wally Lamb spent ten years re-writing his last book? Except now everyone talks like this?
Every so often a book will really make me reconsider my policy of finishing every book I start. Three Delays is one of those books; it can best be summed up with the phrase "word vomit."
From the ever-popular "boring rich white people and their problems" genre. Yawn.
If you want to read 400 meandering pages about the huge penis of a repugnant, misogynist rapist, this is the book for you. If you are sane, skip it.
This was not a poorly written book by any means, it was just boring as hell.