...the book reminds us how rewarding it can be to see a parent outside the context of our own needs. It's that illumination that allows Corrigan to turn what starts as a complaint about her mother into a big thank you.
On a highly touchy subject, the authors tread carefully, backing their assertions with copious notes. Though coolly and cogently argued, this book is bound to be the spark for many potentially heated discussions.
Senior could have made this book twice as long given the minefield parents and their kids face, but what she did produce is well-considered and valuable information.
A unique guide.
Mr. Gates has been a public servant for four decades under eight presidents. I think that he should have let time heal wounds before writing his book, but it was obviously an exorcism of the demons that he acquired while writing over a thousand condolence letters to the families of our fallen warriors.
In its subtitle, “The Loudest Voice in the Room” promises an account of how Ailes has “divided a country.” This promise goes unfulfilled.
Stossel’s personal stories are absorbing...His discovery that his young daughter has a phobia of vomiting, despite not knowing of her father’s identical fear, is both eye-opening and heartbreaking...My Age of Anxiety is a compelling mix of research, personal journalism and insights.
Shteyngart's self-deprecating humor contains the sharp-edged twist of the knife of melancholy in this take of a young man "desperately trying to have a history, a past."
In the end I’m not sure that some of the central questions about writing and drinking ever really get answered. Their alcoholism may have destroyed them, but did it in some way make them great writers?
Towards the end, things pick up: he enjoys a career renaissance, moves to Rome, and once again finds romance and companionship with a character he calls Gelato. But a sour taste remains, and it's hard not reach for a line from that beautiful Smiths song Half A Person..."In the days when you were hopelessly poor, I just liked you more."
The author dishes plenty...but the repeated demonstrations of flawed character do nothing to diminish Williams’ outsized stature as a player. Bradlee is as enthusiastic as Vin Scully...
...Mr Shavit speaks to those outside Israel who condemn it as cruel and arrogant. As this book shows, that is a tragic misreading of a nation.
A stocking stuffer for die-hard Burgundians or a gag gift to bring to Wes Mantooth’s holiday party, but nothing more than that.
Though her life did not hold the challenges familiar to the 99 percent, it took strength to stay sensible amid temptations...This book — not profound but quite delicious — shows how those qualities grew in both hospitable and inhospitable soil.
There are moments that, to me, seem to not just require but demand some jumping and finger-pointing — for an educated, embedded voice to step back a moment from the wash of blood and guts and semen and say, simply, that this, then, is too much.
The later journey to sobriety sees him leaning harder on cliche – he's particularly fond of the idea that relapse is part of recovery – but the sense of threat, to himself and others, is constant.
In the end, the main value of Happy City is not in saying something new, but in saying forcefully what can't be said too much.
...a testament to Roosevelt’s enterprising use of “the bully pulpit” and his potent powers of leadership and persuasion.
This is a book for political animals, especially those who enjoy a fun read. Researchers looking for carved-in-stone political history, however, might want to look elsewhere for the story of last year’s presidential campaign.
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.