Think David Lodge meets Maggie Shipstead as Makkai’s suspenseful scene building and comic timing make “The Hundred-Year House” a captivating read.
Seiffert’s last leg is perhaps a stretch too far that ekes out more of the same and tells us nothing new. Indeed, for some readers the entire book may feel like too great a distance to cover...However, Seiffert’s tragedy grips while it disturbs and its emotional punch makes it worth persevering until her bitter end.
My trouble with this book was not its failure to live up to genre conventions — any good story can get away with breaking the rules. But I was disappointed that the characters remained thin, even through plot twists and revelations that should have granted them life beyond the page.
If "The Great Glass Sea" suffers from a few excesses of ambition, then it is redeemed by Weil's greatest gift to the reader: a deep understanding of family, personal loss and the abiding love between siblings.
Moyes has mastered the art of likable, not terribly memorable, but far from simple-minded storytelling.
...Gould has created the kind of friendship that is not shallow, silly or a plot sideline, but private, deep and more real than almost anything else. It's enough to make your <3 sing.
By page 400-plus, the reader is eager for a resolution, and it comes as a bit of a surprise, as it should. For my money, Rowling has mastered her new genre impressively.
Composed entirely of dialogue, the latest from Eggers (The Circle) is more tedious deposition than gripping drama...There are flashes of sardonic humor and revelations about the triggering event behind the kidnappings, but by then readers will feel as if they themselves have been detained far too long.
A book that seems to begin as a children’s story ends in blood-soaked mayhem; the journey from one genre to another is satisfying and surprisingly fresh considering that it's set in a familiar version of gothic London among equally familiar monsters.
The area of Midtown Manhattan around Grand Central Terminal, with its host of landmark buildings, serves as the backdrop...The tour of Midtown, both above and below ground, is alone worth the price of admission.
As always, Furst is a master of atmosphere, re-creating those prewar days so vividly we can almost imagine that we, like the characters, operate in the dark at midnight, unaware of what happens next...
...Tooly the undaunted outsider emerges as a humane, engaging character — a breed apart from the array of neglectful family members and friends whom, as we finally learn, she had every right and reason to resent and forget.
The scariest thing of all is to imagine King writing a happy children’s book. This isn’t it: It’s nicely dark, never predictable and altogether entertaining.
The story of Mayor and Maribel is interrupted by soliloquies from Ms. Henríquez’s chorus of immigrants...Too often, however, they feel like unnecessary distractions from the story of the Rivera and Toro families, which by themselves encapsulate both the promises and perils of the American dream.
By the end, which features some difficult, realistic, and earned resolutions, readers will be amazed at this deeply felt, vivid novel.
The details are both devastating and inspiring. The two men, it turns out, are wrestling with similar demons. From their despair emerges something reassuring: a feeling of commonality and a modest sense of hope.
The only problem with this novel is that its covers are too close together. I wanted more of Slava, his bumpy love life, his venal grandfather, even Herr Barber.
King is brilliant on the moral contradictions that propelled anthropological encounters with remote tribes — a volatile mix of liberal high-mindedness, stoicism, hubris and greed.
A novel that is both a lot of fun to read and has plenty of insight into the marital bond and the human condition.
For a book about writers and writing — and one which attempts the added layering of a meta-fictional novel-within-a-novel ploy — the writing, in both English and the original French, is disappointingly pedestrian.