Baldacci has crafted another terrific tale with two great protagonists. Just when the story line seems to veer into familiar areas, Baldacci steers it into another shocking direction. This is the best book yet in the series.
Framed by short anecdotes relating to Alexander Graham Bell’s invention of the telephone, Albom’s story unfolds in reportorial-style sketches, right up to a double-twist conclusion. A sentimental meditation on "[w]hat is false about hope?"
The biggest problem with Stella Bain is that once the mystery is solved, the novelist struggles to keep the narrative going.
It would be a treat to watch the evening news with Martin Cruz Smith’s fabulist’s eye and see current events colorized through Renko’s dramatic filter. In “Tatiana,” Smith continues the tradition he began at the end of the Brezhnev era with “Gorky Park,” using Russia as his game board to make geopolitical conspiracy, well . . . fun.
It’s no small achievement to have something new to say on Teddy Roosevelt’s presidency, but Goodwin succeeds admirably. A notable, psychologically charged study in leadership.
...it’s not in my all-time favorite political book top 10. I think it was just the cast of characters that didn’t call out to me as they did the last election. There wasn’t a lot of excitement here.
Though much of "Hatching Twitter" is hobbled by weak anecdotes and schlocky metaphors, the book is carried by Bilton's excruciating account of Dorsey's evolution.
Tan’s story sometimes suffers from longueurs, but the occasional breathless, steamy scene evens the score: “He lifted my hips and my head soared and I lost all my senses except for the one that bound us and could not be pulled apart.” A satisfyingly complete, expertly paced yarn.
Readers looking for nuance will not find it here, but there are plot twists, adventure, heartbreak, and familial love in spades, making this the kind of story that keeps readers turning pages in a fever.
Fans will be thrilled with the author’s return to Ireland and with the magical themes. Magical, romantic, compelling and appealing—Roberts at her best.
As compelling as a car wreck, it’s impossible to look away, even though the catalogue of misery sometimes threatens to overwhelm.
All the author’s strengths are in evidence—his capturing the rhythms of small-town life in Clanton, Miss., his skill at making legal minutiae comprehensible, and his gift at getting readers to care about his characters.
We all know that life is tangled and messy. Still, in reminding readers of this fact, Lamb turns in a satisfyingly grown-up story, elegantly written.
Theo is magnetic, perhaps because of his well-meaning criminality. The Goldfinch is a pleasure to read; with more economy to the brushstrokes, it might have been great.
The book is filled with surprising facts about the drink.
The first part of the novel, nigh-on 400 pages, is one of the most beautifully and intricately mapped pieces I've ever read...
Even more than most "I knew a star" tell-alls, this purported biography tells us less about Carson than it does the author: Bushkin's 18-year stint as Carson's friend and attorney, and the effect Carson had on his life and career.
...he’s out and out funny. Flowers and some of his supporting characters, like the luscious and smart redneck Ma Nobles (who is running the lumber scam), all combine to produce an exciting thriller that will have you turning pages and chuckling at the same time.
Her faith and her duty to the cause of girls' education is unquestionable, her adoration for her father – her role model and comrade in arms – is moving and her pain at the violence carried out in the name of Islam palpable.
More than anything, David And Goliath feels like one of Gladwell’s New Yorker articles stretched past his limit. Unfortunately, the book proves Steven Pinker right: Gladwell should stick to shorter works.