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.
You come to a memoir like this for the stories, not the storytelling, which is good, because “great writer” is not a blade on the Bushkin Swiss Army knife. Anecdotes are repeated, characters are introduced and reintroduced, and the book’s prose is overburdened with sunbleached Damon Runyonesque clunkers.
Seuss explores the same philosophical message in his own inimitably wise and witty style.
In her measured autobiography, Simple Dreams: A Musical Memoir, she reminiscences about the arc of her life with gratitude and appreciation for tradition.
Crystal has the charisma, humor and down-home charm that fans have loved over the years. And the love for his family clearly shines through the words as well.
Abstract comedy, it turns out, just isn't that funny, and Rush's plot never really congeals. That's not a fatal shortcoming in itself, but unfortunately all the reader is left with is these sad, petulant clowns talking past one another in a series of awkward encounters.
There is something funny, even endearing, about such a dark and desperate view of a future — a ravaged world emerging from alarmingly familiar trends — that is so jam-packed with the gifts of imagination, invention, intelligence and joy.
The book’s folksy narrative adds brightness and humor to the story as Appelt explores the swamp’s rich history, varied denizens...while there’s little doubt who will emerge victorious, finding out how events unfurl is well worth the read.
Berry gave it the old college try, but the ultimate fantasy sports book has yet to be written...
The book is a heartfelt, charmingly profound American epic. At a breezy 113 pages, it charts pretty much the entire 20th century, through a series of interlocking lives.
Quality writing, memorable characters, hot sex scenes, and an emotionally satisfying story add up to a marvelous gem.
There are few surprises in Schine’s rendition of Greenwich Village 50 years ago, with its Nehru jackets and desert boots, pillows on the floor and rugs on the walls, the reefer and the rock ’n’ roll.
What's most fascinating in this book are the glimpses of a star in emotional peril...
Mr. Roth writes in a gently self-mocking, utterly disarming style...As Eric describes his way of calculating his path through everyday situations, the reader can both enjoy his acumen and wish that he knew better.
Martin...describes the odd confluence of factors that gave birth to what he calls a “creative revolution” wherein high-end television now rivals — and often exceeds — the quality of work produced by Hollywood film studios.
In the memoir, Girl, Interrupted, Kaysen divides the material chronologically, with frequent references to related incidents that happened earlier in her life. She describes the day of her hospital admission in 1967 to her release in 1969.
Thompson’s eclectic “meta” mix of writing styles—punctuated by interviews with Rich Nichols, the group’s longtime comanager—appropriately captures the almost two-decade-long history of the Roots.
Not as funny as Hiaasen’s best...with a title character more vicious than amusing, but still the gold standard for South Florida criminal farce.
...this is a savagely funny debut from a gifted, cynical new voice.
"VJ" will evoke nostalgia in readers who remember the '80s.