The Bully Pulpit is more than just a biography of this most tireless of US presidents. It is also a tribute to America’s “golden age of journalism”.
For the most part, the writing is very good and kept me turning pages. The authors do have an annoying tendency to never use a common word where an obscure word will do, which detracts from the readability; I consider myself to have a pretty good vocabulary, but I found myself pulling out my phone more than once...
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.
As compelling as a car wreck, it’s impossible to look away, even though the catalogue of misery sometimes threatens to overwhelm.
The book is filled with surprising facts about the drink.
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.
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.
“David and Goliath,” ... is at once deeply repetitive and a bewildering sprawl. There are chapters, especially toward the end, whose relation to the rest of the book are hard to ascertain, even with his constant guidance
What comes across clearest in Bryson’s lucid, lighthearted narrative is the pure energy and crazed optimism of the era.
Mr. O'Reilly's book is generally on point, but my best advice for anyone who wants to know more about Jesus Christ is to go directly to the Bible, starting with the gospels.
Seuss explores the same philosophical message in his own inimitably wise and witty style.
...while he whets readers’ appetites, he rarely sates them...he clears the table to make room for a promised second course. Hopefully that one will be more satisfying.
His articulation of his anguish is well served by his leeriness, as the book’s last section is one of the least indulgent accounts of mourning I have ever read.
Hastings's latest invites consideration as the best in his distinguished career, combining a perceptive analysis of the Great War's beginnings with a vivid account of the period from August to September of the titular year.
Command and Control is the product of six years’ labour, through which Schlosser turned himself from a layman to an expert. It is complex, deliberative and imaginative work, more of art than of urgent pamphleteering.
"Simple Dreams" deserves attention for more than just its glaring gaps, though, at least if you're a major fan of the brand of inclusive Americana she breathed life into as the counterculture was breathing its last
“Men We Reaped” reaffirms Ms. Ward’s substantial talent. It’s an elegiac book that’s rangy at the same time.
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.
Ms. Butler’s memoir does a great service to all families dealing with the decline in health of a loved one by showing the psychological, physiological, and financial costs of the illness on the caregivers.
Mr. Berg is a terrific researcher, and "Wilson" exhumes hundreds of fresh quotes and details...his book reads with remarkable smoothness.