Wein’s story ducks and dodges ingeniously, giving us multiple double-takes and surprises, ratcheting up tension and emotional power as the story moves towards its conclusion.
Ms. Stedman builds a solid case for all sides — or, at least, makes everyone’s motives understandable.
Real life is seldom as neat as it appears in a Malcolm Gladwell book.
Larson doesn’t side with – or against – the conspiracy theorists, although he clearly thinks the suspicions have some validity. Inevitably, not all of the questions concerning the Lusitania’s fate are answered in Dead Wake, but the virtuosity of the storytelling is watertight.
This is one of Sedaris’ most consistently funny collections yet, one I strongly suggest you don’t read in a library or on a high mountaintop — you’ll need all the oxygen you can get.
Brown lays on the aura of embattled national aspiration good and thick, but he makes his heroes’ struggle as fascinating as the best Olympic sagas.
Apart from a few overly dramatic metaphors, Lina recounts her story with a straightforward clarity that trusts readers to summon images of starvation, disease and death, and grounds them in a reality young adults can understand.
In the end, what makes “Armada” most compelling isn’t its twistier-than-expected plot; instead, it’s the balance between concept and consequence.
What didn't keep my attention were the mysteries that the main characters were supposed to be uncovering or the main characters themselves.
...Bring Up the Bodies, starts off with a bang and doesn’t let up, as it chronicles Henry’s growing impatience with second wife Anne...
Reiss has written a swashbuckling tale of his own.
When publishers send bound galleys along to reviewers, they slip in acclamatory publicity sheets. . .the one folded into. . ."Behind the Beautiful Forevers". . . while lauding plenty, claims far too little.
Assimilation isn't an easy experience, but it's rare that readers are given an opportunity to experience its specifics, and rarer still to hear it from a Vietnamese perspective.
As far as the mystery part of the book is concerned it was OK but a tad predictable, in my opinion.
The author’s adherence to historical detail is admirable, clashing with both title and cover, which imply far more froth than readers will find between the covers.
While I enjoyed the prose and most of the relationship aspects and portrayals, I thought The Book of Blood and Shadow had some serious flaws. I think its elements were trying to come together to tell us about life, death, and faith but the unevenness of the novels’ second half failed to deliver the thematic resonance.
This was a powerful story and a brilliant book. It is completely told through the eyes of a young boy and I think the author has done this brilliantly.
It is a brave and subtly disturbing affirmation of faith, and it is all the more remarkable for its engagement with the deepest questions, the most painful mysteries of our lives.
As the events of the 1940s slip ever further away, they become harder to comprehend and imagine. In his foreword, Wiesel explains why he felt compelled to write Night, saying his "duty is to bear witness for the dead and for the living". He has done more than most to keep alive their memory.
Colm Tóibín’s engaging new novel, Brooklyn , will not bring to mind the fashionable borough of recent years nor Bed-Stuy beleaguered with the troubles of a Saturday night. Tóibín has revived the Brooklyn of an Irish-Catholic parish in the ’50s, a setting appropriate to the narrow life of Eilis Lacey.