Because I'm incapable of saying no, I've been neck-deep in what I call "obligation reading" since the dawn of the new year. Sometimes this is a drag, and sometimes it's a way for me to flex my long dormant hardcore reviewing muscles, a reminder of those days when random books showed up on my doorstep and I read them. Happily, most of what I've been obligated to read has turned out to be pretty good, which brings me to The Girl They Left Behind, a debut historical fiction novel, by Roxanne Veletzos. It started out a bit slow for me, but caught fire once the Soviets got their claws into eastern Europe.
Inspired by family history, the story opens with an abandoned girl, no more than a toddler, being found outside an apartment building. Her parents, fleeing into the night from the Bucharest pogrom, are faced with an impossible decision, ultimately leaving their daughter behind. She is found by a building resident and taken to a nearby orphanage where she is adopted by a wealthy couple, Anton and Despina Goza.
Despite World War II raging across Europe, life is good for the Goza family. Little Natalia is doted on, attends Catholic school, and is becoming an accomplished piano player. Despina is a consummate hostess and Anton the successful owner of a stationary store, after a childhood of poverty and desperation. There are atrocities all around them, and they carry on - until the war draws to a close, the bombings begin without ceasing, and Romania is "liberated" by the Soviets. The Iron Curtain falls and life as the Goza's knew it is over.
The story is told in three parts - going from Anton and Despina, to Natalia, to Victor, a young man that Anton befriends during the war who becomes a high ranking official in the Communist government. And behind the curtain is the story of Natalia's birth parents. The young couple forced to make an impossible decision in the hopes they will all survive and be reunited one day.
It took me a while to sink into this story. The first part, covering the adoption is necessary as set-up, but not as riveting as the latter portion of the book, when the tale shifts to an older Natalia's viewpoint and we get the tightening of the Soviet noose around the Romanian people. To be perfectly frank, World War II as a historical fiction backdrop has taken on a been-there-done-that feel. What's been less common is post-War stories. Stories of people "liberated" by the Soviets. In other words, yeah war is over - but at what cost? And this story, in part, addresses that.
Since this blog is largely frequented by romance readers, the question probably foremost on your minds is: "Sure Wendy, but does it have a happy ending?" Well? Sort of? Bittersweet is probably the best way to put it. Natalia finds answers to what became of her biological parents, but it's not a book where everyone is reunited at the end, holding hands, singing Kumbaya and sharing bottles of Coca-Cola in a meadow. It ends the way, I suspect, it did for many Eastern European immigrants post-World War II. Trying to carve out better lives for themselves and reunite with the loved ones still back in the old country, stuck behind an Iron Curtain slowly suffocating them.
After a slow beginning I really fell into this story. It was very engrossing in parts, and I learned stuff - which is always an added bonus when reading historical fiction. This debut novel has garnered a fair amount of praise and it's easy to see why.
Final Grade = B
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Sunday, March 3, 2019
Sunday, February 24, 2019
Review: Finding Dorothy
I've always been fairly upfront about my dislike for the fantasy genre. Nothing against the genre as a whole, it's just really not my thing. At all. Honestly, it's fairly shocking I enjoyed the Harry Potter series as much as I did - although it should be noted I haven't gone back to revisit it with the same regularly as I would say, oh favorite mystery series. Still, it's kind of shameful to admit that I never have read, nor have the desire to, the Oz books by L.Frank Baum. Finding Dorothy by Elizabeth Letts would therefore be a book that I, normally, would not pick up on my own. However, Wendy Can't Seem To Say No. I'm helping out a former employer with an author event soon and this would be "homework reading." It's an excellent example of being forced into reading something that turned out to be pretty great.
L. Frank Baum has been gone for 20 years by 1938 when his widow, Maud Baum (now 77 years old) shows up on the MGM studio lot to ensure Hollywood doesn't completely trample over her husband's legacy. She essentially needs to strong arm her way through the gates and into the offices of Louis B. Mayer - but is indulged long enough to be invited back to witness some of the filming...even if she's been unable to get her hands on a final script that seems to change on daily basis.
This is a time slip novel, alternating between the filming of the movie and Maud's past. In 1938/1939, she's meeting Judy Garland, concerned for the girl being squeezed into submission by a domineering mother and a studio system looking to grind her to dust to make a buck. The Maud's "past" portion of the story covers her childhood, raised by famous suffragist, Matilda Joslyn Gage, her acceptance into Cornell University, meeting and falling in love with theater actor, L. Frank Baum, and their life together prior to him writing The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. It's the past portions of the story I enjoyed the most, almost as if Maud was the wizard behind the curtain all along. Frank was the dreamer, Maud was the glue that kept the whole thing together.
While the Frank and Maud courtship and marriage would definitely be the stuff of a romance novel, readers of this blog (who are predominantly romance readers), should be aware it's not all sunshine and roses. There are hardships, and events, that are difficult to read about. Maud nearly dying after the birth of her second child, her sister Julia's weak constitution and disastrous marriage, the beginnings of Judy Garland's descent into drug addiction and the slime orbiting her as a child actor in the studio system.
What I enjoyed so much about this book is that it took completely unknown to me history and made it come alive - which, frankly, is what all good historical fiction should do. It did get a little tell-y in parts, but I was so engrossed by Maud's life, her marriage, her struggles, juxtaposed with the making of one of the most famous movies of all time, I was sucked up by the magic of the all - even though we all know the magic to be an illusion often hiding ugly realities.
I'm still unlikely to ever read the Oz books, but I've walked away with an appreciation for a woman who I had no inkling about prior. Maud Baum gets her turn in the spotlight and I can't think of anyone more deserving.
Final Grade = B+
L. Frank Baum has been gone for 20 years by 1938 when his widow, Maud Baum (now 77 years old) shows up on the MGM studio lot to ensure Hollywood doesn't completely trample over her husband's legacy. She essentially needs to strong arm her way through the gates and into the offices of Louis B. Mayer - but is indulged long enough to be invited back to witness some of the filming...even if she's been unable to get her hands on a final script that seems to change on daily basis.
This is a time slip novel, alternating between the filming of the movie and Maud's past. In 1938/1939, she's meeting Judy Garland, concerned for the girl being squeezed into submission by a domineering mother and a studio system looking to grind her to dust to make a buck. The Maud's "past" portion of the story covers her childhood, raised by famous suffragist, Matilda Joslyn Gage, her acceptance into Cornell University, meeting and falling in love with theater actor, L. Frank Baum, and their life together prior to him writing The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. It's the past portions of the story I enjoyed the most, almost as if Maud was the wizard behind the curtain all along. Frank was the dreamer, Maud was the glue that kept the whole thing together.
While the Frank and Maud courtship and marriage would definitely be the stuff of a romance novel, readers of this blog (who are predominantly romance readers), should be aware it's not all sunshine and roses. There are hardships, and events, that are difficult to read about. Maud nearly dying after the birth of her second child, her sister Julia's weak constitution and disastrous marriage, the beginnings of Judy Garland's descent into drug addiction and the slime orbiting her as a child actor in the studio system.
What I enjoyed so much about this book is that it took completely unknown to me history and made it come alive - which, frankly, is what all good historical fiction should do. It did get a little tell-y in parts, but I was so engrossed by Maud's life, her marriage, her struggles, juxtaposed with the making of one of the most famous movies of all time, I was sucked up by the magic of the all - even though we all know the magic to be an illusion often hiding ugly realities.
I'm still unlikely to ever read the Oz books, but I've walked away with an appreciation for a woman who I had no inkling about prior. Maud Baum gets her turn in the spotlight and I can't think of anyone more deserving.
Final Grade = B+
Monday, February 4, 2019
Epic Spoiler Review: Sadie
Settle in kids: I need to talk about Sadie by Courtney Summers. When I started listening to this on audio, I was all set to be singing its praises on my blog. I thought, "Wow, could Sadie be my 2019 version of Jane Doe by Victoria Helen Stone?" Yeah, no. No, she is not. Because after all the promise, after the thrill ride, after the clever framing device - what I'm left with is a book with NO G-D ENDING!!!!!!!
But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
First, if the title of this blog post didn't clue you in - I'm going to be giving ALL the spoilers. ALL OF THEM. There's no way for me to talk about this book, my disappointment in this book, without talking about the ending.
Also, trigger warnings for childhood sexual abuse. I wouldn't describe it as graphic, but it is upsetting which...of course it is. Now, on to my rant...
Sadie Hunter has been on her own since the day she was born to a drug addicted mother. When she's six, Mom gets pregnant again, giving birth to Mattie. Sadie adores Mattie. She's the kind of golden child that everyone dotes on. Mom favors Mattie and neglects Sadie (for reasons) but that doesn't mean she's a competent mother to Mattie either - so Sadie, already struggling with a severe stutter that Mom refused to get her help for, is raising herself and Mattie with some help from a kindly grandmother figure who lives in the trailer next door. Then, one day, Mom abandons them for parts unknown, Mattie is found dead in a field, and Sadie takes off to find the man she knows is responsible.
Sadie takes off without word, worrying the kindly grandmother figure next door who can't deal with "another dead girl." Entering stage left is a NPR-style journalist, West McCray, who overhears the story of Sadie and Mattie and decides to work the angle of the missing Sadie into a podcast called "The Girls."
The audio book is a multi-narrator extravaganza and the book is broken up between chapters from Sadie's point of view, to podcast chapters of West reconstructing Sadie's trail months after the fact. It's clever, engrossing, and if you're a fan of true crime podcasts you will likely love it. I cannot recommend the audio production highly enough. I'm normally not wild about multi-narrator (thank you erotic romance for killing that for me...) audio books, but wow. This one is great. A+ all the way around.
So where did it all go horribly wrong? The ending. You've got a 19-year-old girl on a vigilante mission to find the guy who sexually abused her as a kid (one of Mom's horrible boyfriends, because, of course), and finds a nest of snakes everywhere she goes. This guy had blown back into town right before Mattie's murder, so Sadie KNOWS (again, for reasons) that he's the guy, he has to die, and she's going to be the one to kill him. So what happens?
She finds The Bad Guy. And then we're back to the podcast. What we know? The Bad Guy came home disheveled and dirty telling his new girlfriend he just had to sleep. She finds him about 24 hours later, dead from a knife wound in his side that became infected. What happened to Sadie? Did she get away? Did he bury her somewhere?
WE NEVER FIND OUT!!!!!! She's still missing at the end of the book. Great, the bad guy is dead. Huzzah. BUT WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO OUR MAIN PROTAGONIST?!?!??!!?!?!?!?
Will there be a sequel? Oh who the heck knows at the this point. I DON'T FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS TO SADIE AND NOW I WANT TO SMASH THINGS AND THROAT PUNCH EVERYBODY!!!!!!
So what started out as an engrossing read, a YA thriller that I would have killed for when I was a teen, turns into WTFBBQ JUST HAPPENED AND I HATE EVERYBODY!
This is a genre book. Genre = readers want a g-d ending. This open-ended garbage needs to die in a fiery pit the heat of a thousand blazing suns.
Yeah, I'm a tinch annoyed.
Final Grade = D
But, I'm getting ahead of myself.
First, if the title of this blog post didn't clue you in - I'm going to be giving ALL the spoilers. ALL OF THEM. There's no way for me to talk about this book, my disappointment in this book, without talking about the ending.
Also, trigger warnings for childhood sexual abuse. I wouldn't describe it as graphic, but it is upsetting which...of course it is. Now, on to my rant...
Sadie Hunter has been on her own since the day she was born to a drug addicted mother. When she's six, Mom gets pregnant again, giving birth to Mattie. Sadie adores Mattie. She's the kind of golden child that everyone dotes on. Mom favors Mattie and neglects Sadie (for reasons) but that doesn't mean she's a competent mother to Mattie either - so Sadie, already struggling with a severe stutter that Mom refused to get her help for, is raising herself and Mattie with some help from a kindly grandmother figure who lives in the trailer next door. Then, one day, Mom abandons them for parts unknown, Mattie is found dead in a field, and Sadie takes off to find the man she knows is responsible.
Sadie takes off without word, worrying the kindly grandmother figure next door who can't deal with "another dead girl." Entering stage left is a NPR-style journalist, West McCray, who overhears the story of Sadie and Mattie and decides to work the angle of the missing Sadie into a podcast called "The Girls."
The audio book is a multi-narrator extravaganza and the book is broken up between chapters from Sadie's point of view, to podcast chapters of West reconstructing Sadie's trail months after the fact. It's clever, engrossing, and if you're a fan of true crime podcasts you will likely love it. I cannot recommend the audio production highly enough. I'm normally not wild about multi-narrator (thank you erotic romance for killing that for me...) audio books, but wow. This one is great. A+ all the way around.
So where did it all go horribly wrong? The ending. You've got a 19-year-old girl on a vigilante mission to find the guy who sexually abused her as a kid (one of Mom's horrible boyfriends, because, of course), and finds a nest of snakes everywhere she goes. This guy had blown back into town right before Mattie's murder, so Sadie KNOWS (again, for reasons) that he's the guy, he has to die, and she's going to be the one to kill him. So what happens?
She finds The Bad Guy. And then we're back to the podcast. What we know? The Bad Guy came home disheveled and dirty telling his new girlfriend he just had to sleep. She finds him about 24 hours later, dead from a knife wound in his side that became infected. What happened to Sadie? Did she get away? Did he bury her somewhere?
WE NEVER FIND OUT!!!!!! She's still missing at the end of the book. Great, the bad guy is dead. Huzzah. BUT WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED TO OUR MAIN PROTAGONIST?!?!??!!?!?!?!?
Will there be a sequel? Oh who the heck knows at the this point. I DON'T FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS TO SADIE AND NOW I WANT TO SMASH THINGS AND THROAT PUNCH EVERYBODY!!!!!!
So what started out as an engrossing read, a YA thriller that I would have killed for when I was a teen, turns into WTFBBQ JUST HAPPENED AND I HATE EVERYBODY!
This is a genre book. Genre = readers want a g-d ending. This open-ended garbage needs to die in a fiery pit the heat of a thousand blazing suns.
Yeah, I'm a tinch annoyed.
Final Grade = D
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Thursday, August 30, 2018
Mini-Reviews: Rebekah Roberts Series
I have two sisters and I would classify them both as binge-readers. I always have a book going. They go months without reading one and then whamo! They read like 12 in a month. Lil' Sis (Lemon Drop's Mom for longtime blog followers...) joined the Summer Reading Program at her local library when she signed my niece up and proceeded to burn through the books (figuratively, not literally). Invisible City is one of those books she tore through and recommended that I read. And here we are. I'm now caught up on the series to date.
Invisible City by Julia Dahl is the first book in the series and introduces the reader to Rebekah Roberts, a young (early 20s) reporter for the New York Tribune (think New York Post). Rebekah is a stringer - which means she goes where the paper sends her, she digs up details on a breaking story and phones it in to the desk for someone else to write. She's sent to a scrap yard where the body of a young woman has been found, discarded like trash. Turns out the woman is from the insulated Hasidic Jewish community, which is already closing ranks. The whole story is challenging enough but then Rebekah meets Saul Katz, a cop, who tells her she "looks just like her mother." Shocking since Rebekah's mother, also a Hasidic Jew, left the community to be with Rebekah's father, only to abandon her lover and newborn baby without a word. As in, they have no idea if she's alive, dead, what the heck happened to her, abandoned.
As Rebekah works the story she finds herself learning more about her mother, a woman who has cast a long shadow and shaped her life by her very disappearance. Dahl has taken a very women's fiction idea (a heroine coming to peace with her mother) and woven it into a mystery novel. The world-building is very good, although Rebekah is a green reporter who makes some seriously bone-headed decisions in this book (my biggest gripe here). But she's young and green and it's totally believable that she would make wrong moves as she's emotionally being battered by the ghost of Mommy Dearest. Grade = B-
Run You Down picks up immediately where Invisible City left off and people, this book! It's one of those incredibly shocking with the benefit of hindsight books. It takes place during the Obama administration and white supremacists end up playing a hefty roll in the plot. Given current affairs (see: Charlottesville...) Dahl comes off looking like a genius or someone who can see into the future (this was published in 2015).
A Hasidic man comes to see Rebekah. He lives in upstate New York and his wife was found dead in their bathtub. Everyone said it's a suicide because *gasp* she was on anti-depressants (a HUGE stigma in the community). But he cannot believe it. His wife would never abandon their infant son. So he begs Rebekah to look into it, which she does. And once again, the ghost of her mother is lurking in the shadows.
The author moves between alternating points of view in this story - giving us present day Rebekah as she works the story and her mother, Aviva, who tells the story of her past, how she came to abandon her daughter, and what her life has become. Eventually both narratives collide, chickens come home to roost, and daughter finally meets her mother.
The dual narrative took some time for me to sink into, mostly because I was more interested in the mystery than in Aviva's point of view. But once the author begins weaving the threads together, the suspense ratchets up and the ending is explosive, shocking, and upsetting. White supremacists are involved, so that should give you the clue that things get very ugly, and no one is going to walk away unscathed. Final Grade = B
As challenging and thought-provoking as Run You Down was, Conviction was at times an uglier read. Rebekah is at loose ends, dissatisfied with work at The Trib following the events of the previous book. She meets a woman who runs a crime blog who tells her she gets hundreds of letters from prisoners begging her to write about their cases. Rebekah is looking for a story that isn't tabloid trash and reads some of those letters. That's when she finds one sent by DeShawn Perkins, who as a teenager was convicted of the savage murders of his foster parents and toddler foster sister while they slept in bed in the summer of 1992. DeShawn says he didn't do it, but what he claims was a coerced confession and an eye witness sealed his fate. What catches Rebekah's eye about this letter? One of the original officers on the case was none other than Saul Katz.
We have dual timelines with this story: 1992 when Saul and his partner catch the case and present day as Rebekah starts to dig. What's coloring the edges of this story is the fact that in DeShawn's Crown Heights neighborhood in 1991 there was a riot ignited by tensions between the Hasidic Jewish community and Black residents. The murder of DeShawn's family just one year after those riots changes everything for him with the consequences reverberating 20 years later.
Again, I wasn't as enamored with the dual narrative structure here but it's important because it unfolds DeShawn's story and sets the stage for Rebekah's digging into it in 2017. What soon becomes evident is that there's plenty of blame to go around and it will unearth secrets that many people would love to see stay buried. I'm not going to lie, this is an upsetting read. In part because it shows us that gray area where "good people" make horrible choices based on the idea that "well, so what about that guy, he's not my problem." There's an inhumanity here that is upsetting in it's subtlety and Dahl unearths all the ugly racism and prejudices that can lurk below the surface, undetected, until they either boil over or someone takes the lid off the pot to send it into the atmosphere. It's not an easy read but it's compelling and remarkable. Grade = B+
Genre fiction (of all stripes) tends to get labelled as fluffy, brain candy more often than not. This trilogy is a perfect example of how something as "entertaining" as genre fiction can also be thought-provoking. These are the sorts of mysteries that you could recommend to someone who says, "I only read serious fiction!" or to a book club group who sniffs disdainfully at your leisure reading. There's a lot to unpack in all three of these stories, and read as a set of three, it's a fine achievement.
The last book came out in 2017 and I hope the author isn't finished with Rebekah. She sets things up in the final book that could take her heroine off into some interesting directions and it seems a shame to waste such a lovely series idea. But, Dahl is also a journalist so - who knows?
I know this blog is mostly read by romance readers, and I will say that while Rebekah does date, there's really no romantic story arcs to be found in these books. That said, there's a lovely friendship between Rebekah and her roommate, along with all that baggage to unpack with Mommy Dearest. While the books are challenging reads, justice and the truth do come out in the end - but not without collateral damage.
Invisible City by Julia Dahl is the first book in the series and introduces the reader to Rebekah Roberts, a young (early 20s) reporter for the New York Tribune (think New York Post). Rebekah is a stringer - which means she goes where the paper sends her, she digs up details on a breaking story and phones it in to the desk for someone else to write. She's sent to a scrap yard where the body of a young woman has been found, discarded like trash. Turns out the woman is from the insulated Hasidic Jewish community, which is already closing ranks. The whole story is challenging enough but then Rebekah meets Saul Katz, a cop, who tells her she "looks just like her mother." Shocking since Rebekah's mother, also a Hasidic Jew, left the community to be with Rebekah's father, only to abandon her lover and newborn baby without a word. As in, they have no idea if she's alive, dead, what the heck happened to her, abandoned.
As Rebekah works the story she finds herself learning more about her mother, a woman who has cast a long shadow and shaped her life by her very disappearance. Dahl has taken a very women's fiction idea (a heroine coming to peace with her mother) and woven it into a mystery novel. The world-building is very good, although Rebekah is a green reporter who makes some seriously bone-headed decisions in this book (my biggest gripe here). But she's young and green and it's totally believable that she would make wrong moves as she's emotionally being battered by the ghost of Mommy Dearest. Grade = B-
Run You Down picks up immediately where Invisible City left off and people, this book! It's one of those incredibly shocking with the benefit of hindsight books. It takes place during the Obama administration and white supremacists end up playing a hefty roll in the plot. Given current affairs (see: Charlottesville...) Dahl comes off looking like a genius or someone who can see into the future (this was published in 2015).
A Hasidic man comes to see Rebekah. He lives in upstate New York and his wife was found dead in their bathtub. Everyone said it's a suicide because *gasp* she was on anti-depressants (a HUGE stigma in the community). But he cannot believe it. His wife would never abandon their infant son. So he begs Rebekah to look into it, which she does. And once again, the ghost of her mother is lurking in the shadows.
The author moves between alternating points of view in this story - giving us present day Rebekah as she works the story and her mother, Aviva, who tells the story of her past, how she came to abandon her daughter, and what her life has become. Eventually both narratives collide, chickens come home to roost, and daughter finally meets her mother.
The dual narrative took some time for me to sink into, mostly because I was more interested in the mystery than in Aviva's point of view. But once the author begins weaving the threads together, the suspense ratchets up and the ending is explosive, shocking, and upsetting. White supremacists are involved, so that should give you the clue that things get very ugly, and no one is going to walk away unscathed. Final Grade = B
As challenging and thought-provoking as Run You Down was, Conviction was at times an uglier read. Rebekah is at loose ends, dissatisfied with work at The Trib following the events of the previous book. She meets a woman who runs a crime blog who tells her she gets hundreds of letters from prisoners begging her to write about their cases. Rebekah is looking for a story that isn't tabloid trash and reads some of those letters. That's when she finds one sent by DeShawn Perkins, who as a teenager was convicted of the savage murders of his foster parents and toddler foster sister while they slept in bed in the summer of 1992. DeShawn says he didn't do it, but what he claims was a coerced confession and an eye witness sealed his fate. What catches Rebekah's eye about this letter? One of the original officers on the case was none other than Saul Katz.
We have dual timelines with this story: 1992 when Saul and his partner catch the case and present day as Rebekah starts to dig. What's coloring the edges of this story is the fact that in DeShawn's Crown Heights neighborhood in 1991 there was a riot ignited by tensions between the Hasidic Jewish community and Black residents. The murder of DeShawn's family just one year after those riots changes everything for him with the consequences reverberating 20 years later.
Again, I wasn't as enamored with the dual narrative structure here but it's important because it unfolds DeShawn's story and sets the stage for Rebekah's digging into it in 2017. What soon becomes evident is that there's plenty of blame to go around and it will unearth secrets that many people would love to see stay buried. I'm not going to lie, this is an upsetting read. In part because it shows us that gray area where "good people" make horrible choices based on the idea that "well, so what about that guy, he's not my problem." There's an inhumanity here that is upsetting in it's subtlety and Dahl unearths all the ugly racism and prejudices that can lurk below the surface, undetected, until they either boil over or someone takes the lid off the pot to send it into the atmosphere. It's not an easy read but it's compelling and remarkable. Grade = B+
Genre fiction (of all stripes) tends to get labelled as fluffy, brain candy more often than not. This trilogy is a perfect example of how something as "entertaining" as genre fiction can also be thought-provoking. These are the sorts of mysteries that you could recommend to someone who says, "I only read serious fiction!" or to a book club group who sniffs disdainfully at your leisure reading. There's a lot to unpack in all three of these stories, and read as a set of three, it's a fine achievement.
The last book came out in 2017 and I hope the author isn't finished with Rebekah. She sets things up in the final book that could take her heroine off into some interesting directions and it seems a shame to waste such a lovely series idea. But, Dahl is also a journalist so - who knows?
I know this blog is mostly read by romance readers, and I will say that while Rebekah does date, there's really no romantic story arcs to be found in these books. That said, there's a lovely friendship between Rebekah and her roommate, along with all that baggage to unpack with Mommy Dearest. While the books are challenging reads, justice and the truth do come out in the end - but not without collateral damage.
Saturday, March 17, 2018
Review: All the Beautiful Girls
I think I first heard about All the Beautiful Girls by Elizabeth J. Church from the All About Romance review, which was glowing. After a string of lackluster audio listens, I downloaded this from work hoping for the best and found a book that puts the P in Problematic. This will likely be a review where some of you will think I'm making mountains out of mole hills, which leaves me no recourse. Yep, brace yourselves kiddies, it's full steam ahead on Spoiler-Rama-Jama.
SPOILERS AHEAD!
When Lily Decker is 8-years-old her parents and big sister are killed in a car accident. Lily, asleep in the back seat, survives. She goes to live with her Mom's sister and her husband. Her Aunt Tate is stern and cold, her Uncle Miles is a child molester. It doesn't take him long to start coming into Lily's room at night. Naturally, this doesn't have a positive effect on Lily who starts cutting herself. While none of these scenes are written in what I would classify as a graphic manner, there's enough on the page here to be upsetting.
Lily develops a love of dance and thanks to a benefactor begins taking dance lessons in her tiny Kansas town where her beauty stands out in a crowd. Big fish, little pond. This benefactor is a man she calls The Aviator, the guy who was driving the other car involved in the accident that killed her parents and sister. Lily worships this guy for the whole book.
Let's recap so far. Lily's parents and sister are killed in an accident, she goes to live with a cold fish aunt and an uncle who molests her and the man who was also part of the same accident gets off scot-free in her mind to the point of hero worship. I'm calling BS on this folks. I'm sorry, I just am. The accident completely and irrevocably changes the trajectory of Lily's life, not for the better, and she never feels one iota of anger at the man who walked away from the accident that left her entire family dead and her at the mercy of a damn child molester. Yeah, no. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.
Anyway, time marches on, Lily graduates high school and heads to Las Vegas to become a dancer - which is when she's met with another cold, hard dose of reality. But a fellow traveler on the same Greyhound bus introduces Lily (now going by the name Ruby Wilde) to his daughter who works at one of the casinos. Eventually, and after much reluctance, Ruby takes her magnificent body and becomes a showgirl. Silver pasties and all.
This is Vegas in the mid-to-late 1960s, a fairy tale playground of glitz and glamour far away from Vietnam, smelly hippies and the Civil Rights Movement. This middle portion of the book was actually really interesting, as Lily makes her way up the ranks, meets some of her idols (Sammy Davis Jr.! Tom Jones!) and is well compensated in her work.
But then, it all hits a major speed bump with the introduction of an abusive boyfriend. Here's the thing: this book is Very White. Not entirely shocking. Lily/Ruby is from small town Kansas and showgirls in Vegas during this period couldn't exactly be confused with the Rainbow Coalition. So it's a huge slap in the face when the abusive boyfriend turns out to be a Spaniard named Javier, complete with heavy accent and broken English. And of course Ruby is attracted to him immediately because he's SO different from everyone else she's ever known (forgive me, I honestly can't recall if the word "exotic" was used or not) and his accent is a turn on.
So, if you're keeping track, there's two brown people in this book. One, is Sammy Davis Jr. - who basically has a walk-on role. The other? A guy who swoops in like a Latin lover and starts abusing our heroine. In Vegas. In a town that is literally floating in mobsters during this era the author decides to import someone brown (I'm sorry, making him European doesn't make this any less appalling) to fill out our villainous role. I found it jarring folks. Really, really jarring.
Eventually Javier is dispatched with, Ruby reconnects with The Aviator and then the whole thing descends into idealistic happy sunshine territory. Oh, Javier? Once he's off the page, he's literally off the page. There's no closure there. At all. Well Lily gets closure because The Aviator gives her a psychology book to read and suddenly it all makes so much sense to her (because OF COURSE it does). Insert eyeroll here. But that's it. She reads a book. Whether Javier gets his comeuppance or not is left to be a mystery wrapped in an enigma.
Oh, and I'm going to spoil it because I was super worried about this - no, Lily/Ruby never hooks up with The Aviator. Given what has to be an over 20-year age difference, I was super worried about this going into the story. Oddly enough, it turns out that was the least of my worries. Because in the epilogue-like chapter? We find out Lily has entered into a relationship with a nice man named Simon with curly blonde hair who treats her right. Oh, and there was the astronaut she has an affair with in Vegas who treats her well. So the men who treat Lily well in this book? White dudes. The abusive a-hole? The brown guy who speaks broken English. Seriously the more I think about it the more I get annoyed.
I'm not going to give this an F. Why? Because other than the narrator reading Javier's character with a horrible accent, I found the audio version engaging and I liked the relationship depicted between Lily/Ruby and her girlfriends. It kept me listening. Which, given my recent string of listening/reads feels like an achievement. But yeah. Problematic. This is really, really problematic.
Final Grade = D
SPOILERS AHEAD!
When Lily Decker is 8-years-old her parents and big sister are killed in a car accident. Lily, asleep in the back seat, survives. She goes to live with her Mom's sister and her husband. Her Aunt Tate is stern and cold, her Uncle Miles is a child molester. It doesn't take him long to start coming into Lily's room at night. Naturally, this doesn't have a positive effect on Lily who starts cutting herself. While none of these scenes are written in what I would classify as a graphic manner, there's enough on the page here to be upsetting.
Lily develops a love of dance and thanks to a benefactor begins taking dance lessons in her tiny Kansas town where her beauty stands out in a crowd. Big fish, little pond. This benefactor is a man she calls The Aviator, the guy who was driving the other car involved in the accident that killed her parents and sister. Lily worships this guy for the whole book.
Let's recap so far. Lily's parents and sister are killed in an accident, she goes to live with a cold fish aunt and an uncle who molests her and the man who was also part of the same accident gets off scot-free in her mind to the point of hero worship. I'm calling BS on this folks. I'm sorry, I just am. The accident completely and irrevocably changes the trajectory of Lily's life, not for the better, and she never feels one iota of anger at the man who walked away from the accident that left her entire family dead and her at the mercy of a damn child molester. Yeah, no. Do not pass Go, do not collect $200.
Anyway, time marches on, Lily graduates high school and heads to Las Vegas to become a dancer - which is when she's met with another cold, hard dose of reality. But a fellow traveler on the same Greyhound bus introduces Lily (now going by the name Ruby Wilde) to his daughter who works at one of the casinos. Eventually, and after much reluctance, Ruby takes her magnificent body and becomes a showgirl. Silver pasties and all.
This is Vegas in the mid-to-late 1960s, a fairy tale playground of glitz and glamour far away from Vietnam, smelly hippies and the Civil Rights Movement. This middle portion of the book was actually really interesting, as Lily makes her way up the ranks, meets some of her idols (Sammy Davis Jr.! Tom Jones!) and is well compensated in her work.
But then, it all hits a major speed bump with the introduction of an abusive boyfriend. Here's the thing: this book is Very White. Not entirely shocking. Lily/Ruby is from small town Kansas and showgirls in Vegas during this period couldn't exactly be confused with the Rainbow Coalition. So it's a huge slap in the face when the abusive boyfriend turns out to be a Spaniard named Javier, complete with heavy accent and broken English. And of course Ruby is attracted to him immediately because he's SO different from everyone else she's ever known (forgive me, I honestly can't recall if the word "exotic" was used or not) and his accent is a turn on.
So, if you're keeping track, there's two brown people in this book. One, is Sammy Davis Jr. - who basically has a walk-on role. The other? A guy who swoops in like a Latin lover and starts abusing our heroine. In Vegas. In a town that is literally floating in mobsters during this era the author decides to import someone brown (I'm sorry, making him European doesn't make this any less appalling) to fill out our villainous role. I found it jarring folks. Really, really jarring.
Eventually Javier is dispatched with, Ruby reconnects with The Aviator and then the whole thing descends into idealistic happy sunshine territory. Oh, Javier? Once he's off the page, he's literally off the page. There's no closure there. At all. Well Lily gets closure because The Aviator gives her a psychology book to read and suddenly it all makes so much sense to her (because OF COURSE it does). Insert eyeroll here. But that's it. She reads a book. Whether Javier gets his comeuppance or not is left to be a mystery wrapped in an enigma.
Oh, and I'm going to spoil it because I was super worried about this - no, Lily/Ruby never hooks up with The Aviator. Given what has to be an over 20-year age difference, I was super worried about this going into the story. Oddly enough, it turns out that was the least of my worries. Because in the epilogue-like chapter? We find out Lily has entered into a relationship with a nice man named Simon with curly blonde hair who treats her right. Oh, and there was the astronaut she has an affair with in Vegas who treats her well. So the men who treat Lily well in this book? White dudes. The abusive a-hole? The brown guy who speaks broken English. Seriously the more I think about it the more I get annoyed.
I'm not going to give this an F. Why? Because other than the narrator reading Javier's character with a horrible accent, I found the audio version engaging and I liked the relationship depicted between Lily/Ruby and her girlfriends. It kept me listening. Which, given my recent string of listening/reads feels like an achievement. But yeah. Problematic. This is really, really problematic.
Final Grade = D
Saturday, September 30, 2017
Bat Cave Update and Mini-Reviews
The lack of blog activity of late has been a case of the spirit being willing but the flesh being weak. Work has been nutty. Yeah, yeah - lather, rinse, repeat. I'm serious - it's been nutty. Library grand openings, my staff helping out to fill in for short staffing situations elsewhere, a long-time employee retiring, trying to bring new vendors on board - it's been nutty.
On top of that, now seemed like a peachy time to look for a new place to live. Good news, we found a place! Even better news - it's going to cut my work commute IN HALF! The bad news? We've been in the current Bat Cave for 10 years and good Lord WHY did we keep all this crap?!?! So weekends have been spent cleaning out clutter, figuring out what will be downsized (the new Bat Cave is a teensy bit smaller), and starting the packing process. We'll do the actual, physical moving the first weekend on November. I cannot wait!
I also continue to not be reading much. I did burn through September's TBR Challenge read in one late night sitting, but beyond that? It's been kind of a slog. But here's a few things I've gotten through that are worth, at least, a quick mention.
Royal Crush is the third book in Meg Cabot's middle-grade series set in her Princess Diaries world. This go around Olivia is awaiting for her big sister, Mia (now ruler of Genovia) to give birth to her twins. As if that weren't exciting enough? Her school is gearing up for a field trip to the Royal School Winter Games and then there's the realization that she has her *gasp* first ever crush.
Yes, I read a book meant for junior high schoolers. I have no shame! I love this world that Cabot has created. It's like pink bows, glitter, cotton candy and unicorns all rolled into one. It's my happy place and as long as she keeps writing books set in this universe, I'll be hard pressed to give them up.
Grade = B
Ask the Cards a Question is the second book in Marcia Muller's Sharon McCone mystery series. Muller is credited with creating the first female PI character and this entry was originally published in 1982. This time out there's a murder in Sharon's San Francisco apartment building. Molly Antonio was the nicest person in the entire building, who would want her dead? There's Molly's unique relationship with her somewhat estranged husband, the creepy fortune teller, Madame Anya, who foretold evil was in store for Molly, and Sharon's BFF and current house guest, Linnea, who has fallen into a bottle ever since her husband left her for a younger woman.
I first read this when I was a teen and it was surprising how much of the story came back to me. It's interesting that back in 1982 Muller wrote a diverse San Francisco setting (completely reasonable) when so many current authors struggle with showing diversity in their stories. That said? Some of these characterizations haven't necessarily aged well - although the worst of them was definitely Sharon's Irish superintendent who always has a beer in his hand. That said, solid mystery and what I always preferred about Sharon over, say, Grafton's Kinsey Millhone character is that Sharon actually has some people skills and, you know, friends.
Grade = B-
Black Rabbit Hall by Eve Chase was a recommendation I picked up from author Laura K. Curtis. As Laura indicates, it's a book that defies easy classification. It's not a tragedy, and yet it kind of is. It's not a romance, but it is romantic. It's not a Gothic, per se, but it definitely has Gothic elements. It follows the lives of the Alton children in the late 1960s when they arrive at their country estate, Black Rabbit Hall, for the Easter holiday. Naturally, something bad happens and it sends the family careening down a path of tragedy, drama, and secrets.
I can see why Laura liked this and recommended it. It's well written, there's a good story, and the atmosphere is compelling. That said I found it really, really slow. I don't think I could have read this and even listening to it on audio was a bit of a slog. Also, while not a tragedy, per se, there's a sense of doom that hovers over the narrative for nearly the entire book. I found it suffocating. This is actually a compliment to the author, but it was something that I don't think I was in the right frame of mind for at the time I was listening. That said, I'm glad I persevered because I did like the ending and the author ties up all the drama leaving us on an "up note." But I'm also not in any hurry to pick up another one of her books. Maybe one day.
Side note, one of the best villains I've read in a long while.
Grade = C+
Monday, September 11, 2017
Review: Y Is For Yesterday
Sue Grafton was one of those authors I discovered in my teen years while browsing the stacks of my small town public library. In my early twenties, freshly minted with my library degree and with what I foolishly thought back then was a "lengthy commute" (Future Wendy laughs in the face of Past Wendy....), I picked up the series again on audio book. So, needless to say, it's one of the rare series I'm actual current on.
The last several entries have been...well, not that great. I don't remember anything about V at all. W was OK, I guess. And X was a hot mess. So I walked into Y is for Yesterday with some trepidation. It's not without problems, but this is by far the strongest entry in the series since U is for Undertow (says me).
Trigger Warning: sexual assault / rape.
The chain of events started in 1979, when 14-year-old Iris steals the answer key to a standardized test to help out her new BFF, Poppy, at Climping Academy - an exclusive private school near the central California coast. It ends with a missing sex tape and another girl, Sloan Stevens, dead. Fritz McCabe ends up going to juvenile detention for firing the fatal shots, and now, at 25, has been released. His parents have welcomed him home, only to get a copy of the missing sex tape in the mail shortly after his release with demands for $25,000. The "sex tape" shows Fritz, along with another boy, Troy, assaulting a drunk and stoned 14-year-old Iris. There's a James Spader Preppy Baddie-type, Austin, orchestrating the whole thing while another boy, Bayard, acts as camera man. The threat being that if the tape comes to light, Fritz goes back to prison - even though everyone involved in the making of the tape (including Iris) swears it was "a joke," not to be taken seriously. The McCabes have no interest in paying blackmail, but also want to protect Fritz, so they hire local private investigator, Kinsey Millhone, to chase the whole sordid business down.
This is actually one of Grafton's stronger plots in ages, but that being said, it's a shocking read. The Kinsey Millhone books could never be classified as "cozies," but neither have they ever been overly graphic. There's not a lot of violence, blood and guts splashed on the pages. So having gone through the previous 24 entries in this series, it was shocking to read the details of the sexual assault not once, but twice, over the course of this story. I'm, generally speaking, a reader who can roll with most violence in fiction - but I'm not going to lie - this was upsetting. Once was more than enough. Twice borders on psychological torture p0rn, in my ever so humble opinion. And it's such a departure in tone from the previous books - I cannot believe I'm going to be the only reader who feels a little blindsided by it.
But, as troubling as the details of the sexual assault are, the plot itself is quite good - although honestly Kinsey is kind of dense in this one. I felt like I caught on to things much quicker than she did - although Grafton once again employs dueling timelines, so to be fair, there were things the reader is clued in on well before Kinsey is.
Much like the last several books, Grafton cannot seem to help herself when it comes to secondary story lines. Ned Lowe, a homicidal holdover from X, is still at large and gunning for Kinsey. He takes up some serious word count in the second half of the book, along with Kinsey's annoying cousin Anna and homeless holdover Pearl (both introduced in W) who both need to get thrown in a fiery pit already. It makes the book much too long and takes focus away from the primary story line, leaving us with an ending that ends more with a whimper than a bang. This has been a criticism of mine for the last several books. It's like Grafton can't settle on one idea and instead wants to cram three or four into the same book, short-changing all of them.
Which makes it sound like I really didn't like this. I did, but it's definitely meh in parts. Honestly, it's such an improvement over X that I was practically riveted to the audio during my daily commute and treadmill sessions. However, it's still got the same issues that the last several books have had (too much meandering, too many outside distractions) and then there's the shocking "surprise" of the graphic depiction of a sexual assault filmed on tape. That's just not the kind of thing I expect when I pick up a Sue Grafton Kinsey Millhone novel.
Final Grade = B- (for fans only)
The last several entries have been...well, not that great. I don't remember anything about V at all. W was OK, I guess. And X was a hot mess. So I walked into Y is for Yesterday with some trepidation. It's not without problems, but this is by far the strongest entry in the series since U is for Undertow (says me).
Trigger Warning: sexual assault / rape.
The chain of events started in 1979, when 14-year-old Iris steals the answer key to a standardized test to help out her new BFF, Poppy, at Climping Academy - an exclusive private school near the central California coast. It ends with a missing sex tape and another girl, Sloan Stevens, dead. Fritz McCabe ends up going to juvenile detention for firing the fatal shots, and now, at 25, has been released. His parents have welcomed him home, only to get a copy of the missing sex tape in the mail shortly after his release with demands for $25,000. The "sex tape" shows Fritz, along with another boy, Troy, assaulting a drunk and stoned 14-year-old Iris. There's a James Spader Preppy Baddie-type, Austin, orchestrating the whole thing while another boy, Bayard, acts as camera man. The threat being that if the tape comes to light, Fritz goes back to prison - even though everyone involved in the making of the tape (including Iris) swears it was "a joke," not to be taken seriously. The McCabes have no interest in paying blackmail, but also want to protect Fritz, so they hire local private investigator, Kinsey Millhone, to chase the whole sordid business down.
This is actually one of Grafton's stronger plots in ages, but that being said, it's a shocking read. The Kinsey Millhone books could never be classified as "cozies," but neither have they ever been overly graphic. There's not a lot of violence, blood and guts splashed on the pages. So having gone through the previous 24 entries in this series, it was shocking to read the details of the sexual assault not once, but twice, over the course of this story. I'm, generally speaking, a reader who can roll with most violence in fiction - but I'm not going to lie - this was upsetting. Once was more than enough. Twice borders on psychological torture p0rn, in my ever so humble opinion. And it's such a departure in tone from the previous books - I cannot believe I'm going to be the only reader who feels a little blindsided by it.
But, as troubling as the details of the sexual assault are, the plot itself is quite good - although honestly Kinsey is kind of dense in this one. I felt like I caught on to things much quicker than she did - although Grafton once again employs dueling timelines, so to be fair, there were things the reader is clued in on well before Kinsey is.
Much like the last several books, Grafton cannot seem to help herself when it comes to secondary story lines. Ned Lowe, a homicidal holdover from X, is still at large and gunning for Kinsey. He takes up some serious word count in the second half of the book, along with Kinsey's annoying cousin Anna and homeless holdover Pearl (both introduced in W) who both need to get thrown in a fiery pit already. It makes the book much too long and takes focus away from the primary story line, leaving us with an ending that ends more with a whimper than a bang. This has been a criticism of mine for the last several books. It's like Grafton can't settle on one idea and instead wants to cram three or four into the same book, short-changing all of them.
Which makes it sound like I really didn't like this. I did, but it's definitely meh in parts. Honestly, it's such an improvement over X that I was practically riveted to the audio during my daily commute and treadmill sessions. However, it's still got the same issues that the last several books have had (too much meandering, too many outside distractions) and then there's the shocking "surprise" of the graphic depiction of a sexual assault filmed on tape. That's just not the kind of thing I expect when I pick up a Sue Grafton Kinsey Millhone novel.
Final Grade = B- (for fans only)
Monday, August 14, 2017
Review: I Know A Secret
Hello, Future Wendy. This is Past Wendy. Several months ago you practically broke a finger requesting I Know A Secret by Tess Gerritsen from NetGalley. You love the Rizzoli and Isles series (the books; the TV show never did much for you) and to have the latest book so far ahead of the publication date was like Christmas morning and your birthday all rolled into one. Still, you somehow managed to resist and not read it until late May - inhaling the last half of the book over Memorial Day weekend. You've probably read a few books since then, so what did you think of this one? Let Past Wendy refresh your memory.
Jane Rizzoli and her partner Barry Frost catch the case of a horror movie producer found dead in her Boston apartment. Jane figures it's going to be a weird one the moment she sets foot inside the crime scene. I mean, who chooses the movie poster for Carrie as home decor? But it's when she gets into the victim's bedroom that things really get weird. Cassandra Coyle is dead alright. And the killer decided to scoop out her eyeballs and leave them lying in her open hand.
Meanwhile, medical examiner Maura Isles is dealing with her own creepy - her biological birth mother and convicted murderer, Amalthea Lank. Amalthea has cancer and is dying, but that doesn't mean she's not determined to try and manipulate Maura for old time's sake. Then Jane discovers that her dead horror movie producer may be linked to other homicides and somehow, someway, Amalthea knows something about it all.
This is one of Gerritsen's more straight forward plots. By the halfway point I was thinking, "Ok, where's the twist - you've got to have a twist in here somewhere." Up until that point this story is interesting, a return visit with characters that are like putting on your favorite pair of shoes, and the writing kept me engaged. But I wasn't white-knuckling my way through the reading experience like I did with Die Again (the last book in the series) or Ice Cold (my absolute favorite of the more recent entries). Still, it's a good solid plot and kept me engaged.
What makes Gerritsen such a good suspense writer (I think) is that she got her start in romance. It's the way she crafts her characters and has them orbiting each other that is her strength. We've all read suspense series where it felt like the author got bored with their creations - but I don't feel like that with Rizzoli or Isles. Gerritsen has allowed her characters to change and grow while keeping them true to themselves. Also, it's those teasing glimpses into their personal lives that keep many of us coming back to this series for more.
That being said, this felt like a regressive entry in the series when it comes to The Personal Stuff. Jane, bless her heart, has always been a black and white, good or bad, sort of character. She's not the sort who sees a lot of gray in the world. She spends this book largely frustrated by the people around her. Barry, who is on the verge of taking back the wife who cheated on him. Maura, who can't seem to let Daniel go (ugh!), and her own mother, who has fallen back into a routine now that Jane's father Frank has broken up with The Bimbo. Gerritsen brings the stuff with Jane's parents to a head, although it's far from over. I suspect it'll take a couple more books to fully spin that out. But Maura? Dead Lord. I was SO HAPPY with Ice Cold mostly because the Maura and Daniel "thing" seemed to finally have it's conclusion and here we are....back again. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Some of this probably reads damning with faint praise, Future Wendy. But you did like this one. And Gerritsen sets herself up well for future books in the series, leaving a believably villainous secondary character twisting out in the breeze. It hasn't been since the first two books in the series that the author gave Jane a carryover villain to struggle over, so it's rather clever really. Warren Hoyt was your textbook serial killer, the bogeyman hiding in your closet. But this new villain? More cerebral. More cunning. The kind of villain that will play mind games with you. Not the sort to physically gut victims, but the kind that will gaslight them until they question whether up really is down. And that's just as terrifying.
Final Grade = B
Jane Rizzoli and her partner Barry Frost catch the case of a horror movie producer found dead in her Boston apartment. Jane figures it's going to be a weird one the moment she sets foot inside the crime scene. I mean, who chooses the movie poster for Carrie as home decor? But it's when she gets into the victim's bedroom that things really get weird. Cassandra Coyle is dead alright. And the killer decided to scoop out her eyeballs and leave them lying in her open hand.
Meanwhile, medical examiner Maura Isles is dealing with her own creepy - her biological birth mother and convicted murderer, Amalthea Lank. Amalthea has cancer and is dying, but that doesn't mean she's not determined to try and manipulate Maura for old time's sake. Then Jane discovers that her dead horror movie producer may be linked to other homicides and somehow, someway, Amalthea knows something about it all.
This is one of Gerritsen's more straight forward plots. By the halfway point I was thinking, "Ok, where's the twist - you've got to have a twist in here somewhere." Up until that point this story is interesting, a return visit with characters that are like putting on your favorite pair of shoes, and the writing kept me engaged. But I wasn't white-knuckling my way through the reading experience like I did with Die Again (the last book in the series) or Ice Cold (my absolute favorite of the more recent entries). Still, it's a good solid plot and kept me engaged.
What makes Gerritsen such a good suspense writer (I think) is that she got her start in romance. It's the way she crafts her characters and has them orbiting each other that is her strength. We've all read suspense series where it felt like the author got bored with their creations - but I don't feel like that with Rizzoli or Isles. Gerritsen has allowed her characters to change and grow while keeping them true to themselves. Also, it's those teasing glimpses into their personal lives that keep many of us coming back to this series for more.
That being said, this felt like a regressive entry in the series when it comes to The Personal Stuff. Jane, bless her heart, has always been a black and white, good or bad, sort of character. She's not the sort who sees a lot of gray in the world. She spends this book largely frustrated by the people around her. Barry, who is on the verge of taking back the wife who cheated on him. Maura, who can't seem to let Daniel go (ugh!), and her own mother, who has fallen back into a routine now that Jane's father Frank has broken up with The Bimbo. Gerritsen brings the stuff with Jane's parents to a head, although it's far from over. I suspect it'll take a couple more books to fully spin that out. But Maura? Dead Lord. I was SO HAPPY with Ice Cold mostly because the Maura and Daniel "thing" seemed to finally have it's conclusion and here we are....back again. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
Some of this probably reads damning with faint praise, Future Wendy. But you did like this one. And Gerritsen sets herself up well for future books in the series, leaving a believably villainous secondary character twisting out in the breeze. It hasn't been since the first two books in the series that the author gave Jane a carryover villain to struggle over, so it's rather clever really. Warren Hoyt was your textbook serial killer, the bogeyman hiding in your closet. But this new villain? More cerebral. More cunning. The kind of villain that will play mind games with you. Not the sort to physically gut victims, but the kind that will gaslight them until they question whether up really is down. And that's just as terrifying.
Final Grade = B
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Mini-Reviews: Non-Fiction Round-Up
Thank the Lord for audio books or else my reading slump would be even more dire than it already is. I've been on a bit of a non-fiction kick of late. Here's a round-up of the most recent listens:
Leading Lady: Sherry Lansing and the Making of a Hollywood Groundbreaker by Stephen Galloway
Dang if I can remember where I heard about this book now, but it was mostly likely through work-related reading. I vaguely recognized Sherry Lansing's name, but knew nothing about her and a Hollywood biography sounded appealing. I ended up liking this book a lot, although some will likely find it problematic. Lansing started out as an actress and moved through the ranks to become the first ever female studio head (at 20th Century Fox). Ultimately she retired as CEO of Paramount. She produced such movies as Fatal Attraction, The Accused and Indecent Proposal - and was instrumental in green-lighting Forrest Gump, Saving Private Ryan, Lara Croft: Tomb Raider and keeping Titanic afloat. She ultimately left Hollywood to pursue her philanthropic endeavors (which are varied and vast - she considers former President Carter a mentor).
That being said, readers looking for a feminist read may be disappointed. Lansing was a ground breaker, but in typical fashion it's not like her and the other female studio execs in Hollywood were all that chummy early on. There's no backstabbing here - but it doesn't occur to them that there's room for all of them at the table (this is honestly very typical regardless of the field. Women getting pitted against each other or trying to survive on their own means they don't think to band together). Also, Lansing has worked with Tom Cruise and Mel Gibson and....has stood by them both. That's an automatic nope for a lot of readers I know.
Final Grade = B
Born a Crime by Trevor Noah
I don't watch The Daily Show. I have never watched The Daily Show (outside of the occasional viral clip). I can't watch political shows. Even ones that skewer politics. It just makes me too angry. So I keep abreast of political shenanigans by reading about them and avoid TV. Why did I pick up this book? Well, KristieJ loved it and my Mom bought it and I kept hearing about it - and OK, I was curious.
I really, really enjoyed this. It's funny and touching and sad and makes you think. Childhood stories have this amazing universal appeal. Noah may have been born and raised in South Africa, in the shadow of Apartheid, but the tales of his childhood were amusing and interesting and approachable to this white girl from the American Midwest.
My only quibble? The way Noah chooses to end this story. You end up feeling pure, unadulterated rage for what happened to his mother and what she (and her family) have had to endure. Yes, it was real life and yes, Noah definitely should have put it in the book, but to end the book with it? It overshadows the joyful moments and leaves the reader on a "down note." I would have restructured the book and put that story earlier on. I'm sure the decision by author and editor was to put it at the end for the greatest emotional impact. But, quibble. Go read it.
Final Grade = B+
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens by Eddie Izzard
It's seems impossibly stupid of me now, but I went into this expecting a straight-forward memoir. Instead it was the audio book equivalent of herding cats. Have you seen Izzard's stand-up? Basically it was that. If I heard "footnote," "end of footnote," or "long windy footnote" one time, I must have heard them 6549 times. He'd start by, presumably, reading his book and then it would be like, "Squirrel!" and off Izzard would go on a tangent. Some of these tangents apparently are in the print book, and some aren't. So the audio book does have "exclusive content" - rambling though it may be.
If you're a fan of Izzard's stand-up, this likely won't be a stumbling block for you. I have liked some of his stand-up, but I'm a bigger fan of his dramatic work (go watch The Cat's Meow and OMG, he's playing Edward VII in the upcoming Victoria and Abdul!). I wanted more of that. But in between the ramblings you do learn about Izzard's childhood, the death of his mother, his years spent in boarding schools, the early days of his comedy career and his sheer tenaciousness. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was still OK.
Final Grade = C
Leading Lady: Sherry Lansing and the Making of a Hollywood Groundbreaker by Stephen Galloway
Dang if I can remember where I heard about this book now, but it was mostly likely through work-related reading. I vaguely recognized Sherry Lansing's name, but knew nothing about her and a Hollywood biography sounded appealing. I ended up liking this book a lot, although some will likely find it problematic. Lansing started out as an actress and moved through the ranks to become the first ever female studio head (at 20th Century Fox). Ultimately she retired as CEO of Paramount. She produced such movies as Fatal Attraction, The Accused and Indecent Proposal - and was instrumental in green-lighting Forrest Gump, Saving Private Ryan, Lara Croft: Tomb Raider and keeping Titanic afloat. She ultimately left Hollywood to pursue her philanthropic endeavors (which are varied and vast - she considers former President Carter a mentor).
That being said, readers looking for a feminist read may be disappointed. Lansing was a ground breaker, but in typical fashion it's not like her and the other female studio execs in Hollywood were all that chummy early on. There's no backstabbing here - but it doesn't occur to them that there's room for all of them at the table (this is honestly very typical regardless of the field. Women getting pitted against each other or trying to survive on their own means they don't think to band together). Also, Lansing has worked with Tom Cruise and Mel Gibson and....has stood by them both. That's an automatic nope for a lot of readers I know.
Final Grade = B
Born a Crime by Trevor Noah
I don't watch The Daily Show. I have never watched The Daily Show (outside of the occasional viral clip). I can't watch political shows. Even ones that skewer politics. It just makes me too angry. So I keep abreast of political shenanigans by reading about them and avoid TV. Why did I pick up this book? Well, KristieJ loved it and my Mom bought it and I kept hearing about it - and OK, I was curious.
I really, really enjoyed this. It's funny and touching and sad and makes you think. Childhood stories have this amazing universal appeal. Noah may have been born and raised in South Africa, in the shadow of Apartheid, but the tales of his childhood were amusing and interesting and approachable to this white girl from the American Midwest.
My only quibble? The way Noah chooses to end this story. You end up feeling pure, unadulterated rage for what happened to his mother and what she (and her family) have had to endure. Yes, it was real life and yes, Noah definitely should have put it in the book, but to end the book with it? It overshadows the joyful moments and leaves the reader on a "down note." I would have restructured the book and put that story earlier on. I'm sure the decision by author and editor was to put it at the end for the greatest emotional impact. But, quibble. Go read it.
Final Grade = B+
Believe Me: A Memoir of Love, Death, and Jazz Chickens by Eddie Izzard
It's seems impossibly stupid of me now, but I went into this expecting a straight-forward memoir. Instead it was the audio book equivalent of herding cats. Have you seen Izzard's stand-up? Basically it was that. If I heard "footnote," "end of footnote," or "long windy footnote" one time, I must have heard them 6549 times. He'd start by, presumably, reading his book and then it would be like, "Squirrel!" and off Izzard would go on a tangent. Some of these tangents apparently are in the print book, and some aren't. So the audio book does have "exclusive content" - rambling though it may be.
If you're a fan of Izzard's stand-up, this likely won't be a stumbling block for you. I have liked some of his stand-up, but I'm a bigger fan of his dramatic work (go watch The Cat's Meow and OMG, he's playing Edward VII in the upcoming Victoria and Abdul!). I wanted more of that. But in between the ramblings you do learn about Izzard's childhood, the death of his mother, his years spent in boarding schools, the early days of his comedy career and his sheer tenaciousness. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was still OK.
Final Grade = C
Thursday, May 18, 2017
Review: The Forever Summer
Even when Jamie Brenner was writing romance (under her own name, and the pseudonym Logan Belle), she always kind of skirted around the edges of the genre. Erotic elements, high drama of the soap opera variety, and with her most excellent (seriously read it!) Now or Never she blended the very best of erotic romance with women's fiction and it was simply divine. She's now gone full-blown into women's fiction territory with The Forever Summer and oh man, I loved this book. Even when I wanted to throttle some of the characters (and that's a compliment), I positively wallowed in this story.
Marin Bishop is a driven, ambitious woman who has had her life plan mapped out for a long as she can remember. She's a lawyer at a prestigious Manhattan law firm with a handsome fiance. Her father is proud, her mother over the moon, and then it all comes crashing down. Marin calls off her engagement because she's fallen in love with a partner at her firm. Then the affair is found out (and there's a strict no fraternization policy) and she's fired. Coming on the heels of this disaster? A home genetics kit unearths a unknown half-sister. When Rachel shows up on her doorstep on her way to visit the grandmother she didn't know she had, Marin goes completely off the rails and decides to join her on the trip. They head to Provincetown, Massachusetts, where their grandmother and her wife have operated a bed & breakfast for the past twenty years.
My one paragraph plot description really doesn't do this book justice. It reads as if Marin is the main character, and she sort of, kind of is - but this is one of those ensemble cast books. There's a load of interesting, well fleshed-out secondary characters and the author alternates points of view between a handful of the players including Marin, Rachel, Blythe (Marin's mother) and Amelia (the grandmother). Amelia's wife, Kelly, also plays an extremely prominent role in the story. As a one week visit morphs into a summer long stay, the author keeps folding in more drama, some of it with nods to soap opera, without making it over-the-top or of the "Oh no she didn't!" variety.
As always seems to happen in books written with large casts, there are inevitably story threads the reader finds more interesting than others. Blythe, Amelia and Kelly were easily my favorites. Marin slides in behind when she's past her wallowing, bitter stage, and Rachel was....well, young. She probably grated on me the most, but I'm a big enough person to admit it's because she was young, inexperienced in many ways, and kinda clueless. But Rachel illustrates perfectly what I loved so much about this story. How real the characters felt to me. I got irritated with them. I celebrated their joy, cried tears with them, and felt their pain. They felt real. Like I could go to Provincetown tomorrow, walk down the street and possibly run into them.
There is a lot of drama in this book, not surprising given the main story line. That said, more drama comes in through side doors, with all the characters experiencing some sort of loss and awakening over the course of the book. They all go on a journey, and mostly come out OK on the other side. That said (I'm going to tap dance around this a bit to avoid spoilers) there's tragedy in one of the story lines and a loss that's devastating. If your reading mood is currently Must Have Happy Sunshine All The Time, take this under advisement. What's truly remarkable is that even as more and more drama gets piled on (to the point where I was like "seriously?!") it never feels over the top or overstuffed. Don't ask me how Brenner pulled that off, but she did.
For romance fans, Brenner does weave in some of that - but I have to be honest and say that pretty much all the straight men in this book annoyed me no end. They're not evil, it's more like I got so frustrated with them that I wanted to slap them into next week. I didn't find this a satisfying romance read mostly because of that, but then that's not what this book is. As women's fiction, it's dynamite. Multi-layered with characters that come to life. Drama, drama, drama. Satisfying, rewarding, heartbreaking and tender. If this is your kind of thing, read it now.
Final Grade = B+
Marin Bishop is a driven, ambitious woman who has had her life plan mapped out for a long as she can remember. She's a lawyer at a prestigious Manhattan law firm with a handsome fiance. Her father is proud, her mother over the moon, and then it all comes crashing down. Marin calls off her engagement because she's fallen in love with a partner at her firm. Then the affair is found out (and there's a strict no fraternization policy) and she's fired. Coming on the heels of this disaster? A home genetics kit unearths a unknown half-sister. When Rachel shows up on her doorstep on her way to visit the grandmother she didn't know she had, Marin goes completely off the rails and decides to join her on the trip. They head to Provincetown, Massachusetts, where their grandmother and her wife have operated a bed & breakfast for the past twenty years.
My one paragraph plot description really doesn't do this book justice. It reads as if Marin is the main character, and she sort of, kind of is - but this is one of those ensemble cast books. There's a load of interesting, well fleshed-out secondary characters and the author alternates points of view between a handful of the players including Marin, Rachel, Blythe (Marin's mother) and Amelia (the grandmother). Amelia's wife, Kelly, also plays an extremely prominent role in the story. As a one week visit morphs into a summer long stay, the author keeps folding in more drama, some of it with nods to soap opera, without making it over-the-top or of the "Oh no she didn't!" variety.
As always seems to happen in books written with large casts, there are inevitably story threads the reader finds more interesting than others. Blythe, Amelia and Kelly were easily my favorites. Marin slides in behind when she's past her wallowing, bitter stage, and Rachel was....well, young. She probably grated on me the most, but I'm a big enough person to admit it's because she was young, inexperienced in many ways, and kinda clueless. But Rachel illustrates perfectly what I loved so much about this story. How real the characters felt to me. I got irritated with them. I celebrated their joy, cried tears with them, and felt their pain. They felt real. Like I could go to Provincetown tomorrow, walk down the street and possibly run into them.
There is a lot of drama in this book, not surprising given the main story line. That said, more drama comes in through side doors, with all the characters experiencing some sort of loss and awakening over the course of the book. They all go on a journey, and mostly come out OK on the other side. That said (I'm going to tap dance around this a bit to avoid spoilers) there's tragedy in one of the story lines and a loss that's devastating. If your reading mood is currently Must Have Happy Sunshine All The Time, take this under advisement. What's truly remarkable is that even as more and more drama gets piled on (to the point where I was like "seriously?!") it never feels over the top or overstuffed. Don't ask me how Brenner pulled that off, but she did.
For romance fans, Brenner does weave in some of that - but I have to be honest and say that pretty much all the straight men in this book annoyed me no end. They're not evil, it's more like I got so frustrated with them that I wanted to slap them into next week. I didn't find this a satisfying romance read mostly because of that, but then that's not what this book is. As women's fiction, it's dynamite. Multi-layered with characters that come to life. Drama, drama, drama. Satisfying, rewarding, heartbreaking and tender. If this is your kind of thing, read it now.
Final Grade = B+
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Review: What Remains Of Me
I get my audio listens exclusively from work. My habit is to go diving through our Overdrive collection and "wish-list" any audiobooks that happen to catch my eye. Then when I need something new to listen to, I see what's available on my wishlist and run with the one that tickles my fancy at the moment. I was in the mood for something suspenseful and What Remains of Me by Alison Gaylin is set in Hollywood - with all the glitz, glamor and seediness one expects when reading a suspense novel set in Hollywood. Should the author's agent or any entertainment types be reading my humble little blog - this book is tailor-made for one of those limited-run television series. Get on that, will you?
On June 28, 1980, Kelly Michelle Lund pumped three bullets into Oscar-nominated director, John McFadden during a wrap party for his latest film. What follows is the trial of the century that continues to fascinate 30-years after Kelly manages to get released from prison. Why would a 17-year-old girl, albeit stoned on marijuana and high on cocaine, basically "a nobody," kill John McFadden? What's the motive? Kelly is tight-lipped and now out of prison for five years, isn't talking. She's mostly living a quiet life in Joshua Tree when one morning she gets the news that her father-in-law, Sterling Marshall, has been found dead, shot in his home in the same manner as his BFF, John McFadden. And naturally, Kelly is the prime suspect.
The story floats back and forth between 1980 and 2010 and shifts points-of-view between a handful of characters. In 1980 Kelly is living with her single-mother, a former make-up artist who sells cosmetics at a high end department store. Kelly's twin-sister, Katherine, a wild child wannabe starlet has been dead for two years - her body found at the bottom of a cliff and ruled a suicide. Kelly is a loner, and outsider, at Hollywood High until she is befriended by Bellamy Marshall, the daughter of a Hollywood legend and a girl her mother wants her to stay away from. But Bellamy is intoxicating to Kelly, her first real friend. Ditching school, drugs, and Hollywood parties inevitably follow, until it all blows up on June 28, 1980.
2010 finds Kelly living in Joshua Tree, writing copy for a seedy cheater's web site (think Ashley Madison) and married to Shane Marshall (yes, Bellamy's little brother and Sterling Marshall's son - stay with me folks!). They married while she was still in prison. Their relationship is more that of roommates. They sleep in separate rooms. They had a sexual relationship early on, but that has since stopped. Kelly has zero contact with his family. They spend their lives in Joshua Tree until Sterling Marshall's death pulls both of them back in.
This book is all about secrets and I'm not exaggerating when I say everyone in this story is keeping a secret. Every single secret in this story builds and builds until it manages to hurt every single player in this tale. Everyone pays a price, all because of those secrets. I'll admit, I coasted along with this story with a "yeah, yeah I know where this is going, get on with it!" attitude because for the first half or so I thought I had it all figured out. Oh silly Wendy. I had about 1/3 of it figured out. Some things I spotted right off, but Gaylin peppers in so many twists and WTF-just-happened turns that this one kept me on the edge of my seat right to the end.
Since this blog is predominantly read by romance readers, let me state that this is a suspense novel although the relationships between all the characters is what drives the story. I would not call this story overly graphic, but there are two murders and spoiler: mentions of statutory rape which are not graphically depicted in the story (end spoiler).
The descriptions got a little flowery at times for me (this could be a product of consuming this book on audio though), but it's a story I ended up enjoying tremendously. I liked how the author twisted her story around shattering my holier-than-thou attitude that I had it "all figured out." She ties it all up in the end, reveals all the secrets, and blows the door open on the whodunit. A solid suspense read with well-formed characters and a touch of soap opera seediness to sleaze it up.
Final Grade = B+
On June 28, 1980, Kelly Michelle Lund pumped three bullets into Oscar-nominated director, John McFadden during a wrap party for his latest film. What follows is the trial of the century that continues to fascinate 30-years after Kelly manages to get released from prison. Why would a 17-year-old girl, albeit stoned on marijuana and high on cocaine, basically "a nobody," kill John McFadden? What's the motive? Kelly is tight-lipped and now out of prison for five years, isn't talking. She's mostly living a quiet life in Joshua Tree when one morning she gets the news that her father-in-law, Sterling Marshall, has been found dead, shot in his home in the same manner as his BFF, John McFadden. And naturally, Kelly is the prime suspect.
The story floats back and forth between 1980 and 2010 and shifts points-of-view between a handful of characters. In 1980 Kelly is living with her single-mother, a former make-up artist who sells cosmetics at a high end department store. Kelly's twin-sister, Katherine, a wild child wannabe starlet has been dead for two years - her body found at the bottom of a cliff and ruled a suicide. Kelly is a loner, and outsider, at Hollywood High until she is befriended by Bellamy Marshall, the daughter of a Hollywood legend and a girl her mother wants her to stay away from. But Bellamy is intoxicating to Kelly, her first real friend. Ditching school, drugs, and Hollywood parties inevitably follow, until it all blows up on June 28, 1980.
2010 finds Kelly living in Joshua Tree, writing copy for a seedy cheater's web site (think Ashley Madison) and married to Shane Marshall (yes, Bellamy's little brother and Sterling Marshall's son - stay with me folks!). They married while she was still in prison. Their relationship is more that of roommates. They sleep in separate rooms. They had a sexual relationship early on, but that has since stopped. Kelly has zero contact with his family. They spend their lives in Joshua Tree until Sterling Marshall's death pulls both of them back in.
This book is all about secrets and I'm not exaggerating when I say everyone in this story is keeping a secret. Every single secret in this story builds and builds until it manages to hurt every single player in this tale. Everyone pays a price, all because of those secrets. I'll admit, I coasted along with this story with a "yeah, yeah I know where this is going, get on with it!" attitude because for the first half or so I thought I had it all figured out. Oh silly Wendy. I had about 1/3 of it figured out. Some things I spotted right off, but Gaylin peppers in so many twists and WTF-just-happened turns that this one kept me on the edge of my seat right to the end.
Since this blog is predominantly read by romance readers, let me state that this is a suspense novel although the relationships between all the characters is what drives the story. I would not call this story overly graphic, but there are two murders and spoiler: mentions of statutory rape which are not graphically depicted in the story (end spoiler).
The descriptions got a little flowery at times for me (this could be a product of consuming this book on audio though), but it's a story I ended up enjoying tremendously. I liked how the author twisted her story around shattering my holier-than-thou attitude that I had it "all figured out." She ties it all up in the end, reveals all the secrets, and blows the door open on the whodunit. A solid suspense read with well-formed characters and a touch of soap opera seediness to sleaze it up.
Final Grade = B+
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Review: I'll Be Damned
Before falling headlong into a romance novel addiction in my early 20s, I was a soap opera addict. Having learned at the knee of my mother (a devotee of The Young and the Restless since 1978) and my grandmother (Friday nights = Dallas), soaps were my poison of choice for relaxation during college. I kept up with four of them (Y&R, The Bold and the Beautiful, One Life to Live, General Hospital) and Monday nights were reserved for Melrose Place. But once out of college, and with a "normal" workday schedule to adhere to, I abandoned soaps in favor of romance novels. That said, I still have an enormous soft spot for them and I'm highly susceptible to soap conventions, tropes and plots. So when I heard about I'll Be Damned a memoir by Eric Braeden AKA Victor Newman AKA "The Mustache," I had to read it and I was going to move mountains to get my hands on an ARC (thank you Harpercollins!).
Eric Braeden was born Hans Gudegast in Bredenbek, Germany in 1941. He has hazy memories of World War II, most involving Allied bombing raids and his father getting carted off my Russian soldiers after the war to get "de-Nazi-fied." His father was an important man in their small town, a former mayor, and Braeden idolized him. His premature death effected his youngest son deeply, and the family eventually fell on financial hardships after his death. By all accounts though, Braeden had a fairly typical childhood - obsessed with sports (soccer in particular, but he was a track and field star) with three older brothers to keep him occupied. But he was also restless and thanks to family connections overseas, he made his way to the United States in 1959. While attending the University of Montana on a track and field scholarship, a documentary he got roped into led to California - where he fell into acting playing bad guys and Nazis.
This would also be the time when Braeden actually learned more about World War II and the Holocaust. It seems incredible, but as he says, he was a little boy and immediately after the war nobody in Germany wanted to talk about it. It wasn't until the early 1960s that Germany began waking up from the nightmare, and by then Braeden was in the States. This spurred a sense of activism in him - and probably the one aspect of his story that may be a stumbling block for some. Namely that Germany shouldn't be punished indefinitely for "the sins of the father." To a certain extent I think these days are behind Germany, but in the 1960s? Not so much. Braden is mostly liberal in politics, with a smattering of conservatism, sympathetic to the Holocaust and Israel, a great admirer of Gorbachev and Reagan for the fall of the Iron Curtain and the Berlin Wall.
After appearing on the TV series, The Rat Patrol (playing a Nazi, what else?), a few films, and then making the guest star rounds in the 1970s (Kojak, Mary Tyler Moore, Gunsmoke etc.) he got a call from his agent about a spot on a soap opera called The Young and the Restless, which he joined in 1980, playing a baddie who locked his wife's lover up in a cellar and fed him roasted rat. The whole thing was absurd, but Braeden had a wife and young son to support and he was keen on the steady paycheck. Inexplicably, to him, the fans loved Victor Newman and after telling the shows creators he wanted more "back story" - he re-upped his contract and has been there ever since.
Braeden has had a very interesting life, but my favorite parts of this book were the Y&R stuff (I wanted more actually!) and mentions of famous costars (like Burt Reynolds and Jim Brown in 100 Rifles). The Titanic chapter was also quite interesting. Of course the movie went on to be a monster hit, but Braeden tried everything to not do that film (his son and wife convinced him) and after the shooting ran long (and way over budget), Braeden told a gossip columnist it was going to be a BIG hit. The columnist scoffed since everyone in Hollywood was predicting doomsday, and after the fact said to him, "How did you know? You were the only person I talked to who thought it was going to make a ton of money." Braeden's answer? Simple. "It's a soap opera with a bigger budget." Amen.
If you're not a fan of Y&R I think you can still enjoy this book, but honestly? Fans of the show will get much more out of it. I'd always heard that Braeden was an egomaniac, and he does come off as having strong opinions in this memoir, but there are moments of humility and humor - and those were honestly my favorite moments. As far as the writing goes, you won't confuse this memoir with, say, Joan Didion, but it's a fast read with a straight-forward writing style that was easy to engage with. Fans will be delighted, although they'll probably wish there was more dirt.
Final Grade = B+
Eric Braeden was born Hans Gudegast in Bredenbek, Germany in 1941. He has hazy memories of World War II, most involving Allied bombing raids and his father getting carted off my Russian soldiers after the war to get "de-Nazi-fied." His father was an important man in their small town, a former mayor, and Braeden idolized him. His premature death effected his youngest son deeply, and the family eventually fell on financial hardships after his death. By all accounts though, Braeden had a fairly typical childhood - obsessed with sports (soccer in particular, but he was a track and field star) with three older brothers to keep him occupied. But he was also restless and thanks to family connections overseas, he made his way to the United States in 1959. While attending the University of Montana on a track and field scholarship, a documentary he got roped into led to California - where he fell into acting playing bad guys and Nazis.
This would also be the time when Braeden actually learned more about World War II and the Holocaust. It seems incredible, but as he says, he was a little boy and immediately after the war nobody in Germany wanted to talk about it. It wasn't until the early 1960s that Germany began waking up from the nightmare, and by then Braeden was in the States. This spurred a sense of activism in him - and probably the one aspect of his story that may be a stumbling block for some. Namely that Germany shouldn't be punished indefinitely for "the sins of the father." To a certain extent I think these days are behind Germany, but in the 1960s? Not so much. Braden is mostly liberal in politics, with a smattering of conservatism, sympathetic to the Holocaust and Israel, a great admirer of Gorbachev and Reagan for the fall of the Iron Curtain and the Berlin Wall.
After appearing on the TV series, The Rat Patrol (playing a Nazi, what else?), a few films, and then making the guest star rounds in the 1970s (Kojak, Mary Tyler Moore, Gunsmoke etc.) he got a call from his agent about a spot on a soap opera called The Young and the Restless, which he joined in 1980, playing a baddie who locked his wife's lover up in a cellar and fed him roasted rat. The whole thing was absurd, but Braeden had a wife and young son to support and he was keen on the steady paycheck. Inexplicably, to him, the fans loved Victor Newman and after telling the shows creators he wanted more "back story" - he re-upped his contract and has been there ever since.
Braeden has had a very interesting life, but my favorite parts of this book were the Y&R stuff (I wanted more actually!) and mentions of famous costars (like Burt Reynolds and Jim Brown in 100 Rifles). The Titanic chapter was also quite interesting. Of course the movie went on to be a monster hit, but Braeden tried everything to not do that film (his son and wife convinced him) and after the shooting ran long (and way over budget), Braeden told a gossip columnist it was going to be a BIG hit. The columnist scoffed since everyone in Hollywood was predicting doomsday, and after the fact said to him, "How did you know? You were the only person I talked to who thought it was going to make a ton of money." Braeden's answer? Simple. "It's a soap opera with a bigger budget." Amen.
If you're not a fan of Y&R I think you can still enjoy this book, but honestly? Fans of the show will get much more out of it. I'd always heard that Braeden was an egomaniac, and he does come off as having strong opinions in this memoir, but there are moments of humility and humor - and those were honestly my favorite moments. As far as the writing goes, you won't confuse this memoir with, say, Joan Didion, but it's a fast read with a straight-forward writing style that was easy to engage with. Fans will be delighted, although they'll probably wish there was more dirt.
Final Grade = B+
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Sunday, January 29, 2017
Sugar Withdrawal & Mini-Reviews
Remember when Wendy used to blog regularly? Ah, yes. The Good Old Days. To condense this down to a few words without (too much) whining: work = busy, current US political climate = dumpster fire, some of my social media = #willfulignorance + #readabookalready. Add to this that at the start of 2017 I made a pact with myself to take better care of my health. This has led to a slew of doctor appointments - the first of which was a physical where my blood work showed I have "borderline" high cholesterol and a Vitamin D deficiency.
So, cholesterol. Not really surprising since I have the sophisticated palate of a 13-year-old boy. This means I am seriously watching what I eat. No fast food (none), exercising a lot more, and trying to curb my refined sugar intake in the hopes of dropping some weight. This last one has been...hard. I can't remember the last piece of chocolate I had which should tell you what sort of mood I've been in. The a-lot-less-sugar thing coupled with current events? The good news is I haven't seriously hurt anyone. Yet, anyway.
And how the heck do you live in one of the sunniest areas in the world and have a Vitamin D deficiency?!?! Oh yeah, go to work in the dark. Come home in the dark. The whole see-through Irish complexion and I hear skin cancer sucks thing. Sigh. Follow-up appointment with the doc this week. I'm on Week 2 with zero refined sugar junk food. He'll be lucky if I don't stab him with a pencil.
+++++
My reading has been almost non-existent but I have finished two books in recent memory. I finally listened to The Angel's Share by J.R. Ward, the second book in her trashy soap opera Bourbon Kings series. The (supposed) trilogy follows the trial and tribulations of the Bradford clan, a family dynasty that built their fortune in Kentucky bourbon. Once I let-go of the fact that the first book didn't work as a romance, the recovering soap opera addict in me loved every naughty minute of it.
This installment felt very much like a "placeholder" or "set-up" book. For reader's expecting a lot of Edward in this book (and I was one of them) - don't hold your breath. He's in here - but it's basically a continuation of Lane, Lizzie, Gin's self-destruction with some of Edward's various secrets tossed in for flavor. We finally meet the Bradford matriarch in this book, Gin's "secret baby" (OK, teenager) Amelia shows up, and wild child brother Maxwell returns. The characterizations are still board as heck with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer and I could have done without all the Lane/Lizzie kissie-face nonsense (yes, they're a couple now - they're so in lurve - we get it already!)
I've heard this is only supposed to be a trilogy, but there's a lot left to tie up here. Lane's still got to extricate himself from Wife #1, there's Daddy Bradford's murder, Edward's messed up love life, their drug-addicted mother, the cluster that is Gin's personal life, and Maxwell's mysterious return. There's a lot still hanging up in the air. I'm enjoying this series, but I'll be honest, if Ward pulls a Karen Marie Moning or Sylvia Day and stretches out this series past the "original plan" of a trilogy? I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about that.
Final Grade = B
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It took me the better part of a month to get through Dark Fissures by Matt Coyle, not because it was bad - but more likely it was my mood. I thought I was in the mood for "dark," but perhaps not? Anyway, this is the third book in a series about Rick Cahill, a former cop suspected by nearly everyone of murdering his wife. Now a private investigator, Rick is barely eking out a living (the bank is thisclose to foreclosing on his house) when Brianne Colton hires him. The cops say that her estranged husband, a former Navy SEAL turned cop, committed suicide. Brianne doesn't buy it. Rick's not sure he does either, but the fact that the dead man worked for the La Jolla Police Department, whose chief is, at best, corrupt and, at worst, gunning for Rick, complicates matters.
This series very much fits the mold of California crime noir. The archetype of a lone hero (almost anti-hero) fighting a corrupt system has been around forever for a reason. For the first half of this story I was ready to declare it stood alone from the "series baggage" well - but that ultimately changes. Events in the preceding book definitely come into play, so starting the series here will put newcomers at a disadvantage. I liked the suspense angle, but had a harder time with the pacing. By the time I got to around 80% on my Kindle I was thinking, "Wow, he's going to need to wrap this up quick or else it's Cliffhanger Ahoy!" I'm happy to report there's no cliffhanger, but the result is a rushed, almost mad-cap ending, and the world's most jarring epilogue. I felt a bit hungover after it all. The author wraps up some dangling threads (namely the police chief bent on bringing down Rick) but it's dashed off in a few sentences. It felt really fast, especially after the deliberate pace set forth during the first 80% of the book. I enjoyed it, as I do most lone wolf noir novels, but the ending really brought it down a notch. I've enjoyed this series to date, but this one was weaker than the first two books.
Final Grade = B-
I've heard this is only supposed to be a trilogy, but there's a lot left to tie up here. Lane's still got to extricate himself from Wife #1, there's Daddy Bradford's murder, Edward's messed up love life, their drug-addicted mother, the cluster that is Gin's personal life, and Maxwell's mysterious return. There's a lot still hanging up in the air. I'm enjoying this series, but I'll be honest, if Ward pulls a Karen Marie Moning or Sylvia Day and stretches out this series past the "original plan" of a trilogy? I'm not sure how I'm going to feel about that.
Final Grade = B
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It took me the better part of a month to get through Dark Fissures by Matt Coyle, not because it was bad - but more likely it was my mood. I thought I was in the mood for "dark," but perhaps not? Anyway, this is the third book in a series about Rick Cahill, a former cop suspected by nearly everyone of murdering his wife. Now a private investigator, Rick is barely eking out a living (the bank is thisclose to foreclosing on his house) when Brianne Colton hires him. The cops say that her estranged husband, a former Navy SEAL turned cop, committed suicide. Brianne doesn't buy it. Rick's not sure he does either, but the fact that the dead man worked for the La Jolla Police Department, whose chief is, at best, corrupt and, at worst, gunning for Rick, complicates matters.
This series very much fits the mold of California crime noir. The archetype of a lone hero (almost anti-hero) fighting a corrupt system has been around forever for a reason. For the first half of this story I was ready to declare it stood alone from the "series baggage" well - but that ultimately changes. Events in the preceding book definitely come into play, so starting the series here will put newcomers at a disadvantage. I liked the suspense angle, but had a harder time with the pacing. By the time I got to around 80% on my Kindle I was thinking, "Wow, he's going to need to wrap this up quick or else it's Cliffhanger Ahoy!" I'm happy to report there's no cliffhanger, but the result is a rushed, almost mad-cap ending, and the world's most jarring epilogue. I felt a bit hungover after it all. The author wraps up some dangling threads (namely the police chief bent on bringing down Rick) but it's dashed off in a few sentences. It felt really fast, especially after the deliberate pace set forth during the first 80% of the book. I enjoyed it, as I do most lone wolf noir novels, but the ending really brought it down a notch. I've enjoyed this series to date, but this one was weaker than the first two books.
Final Grade = B-
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Mini-Reviews: Biographies, Famous and Infamous
Last Girl Before Freeway: The Life, Loves, Losses, and Liberation of Joan Rivers by Leslie Bennetts is something I picked up after reading an interview (somewhere Day Job-related) by the author. Bennetts basically said that she had previously resisted biography writing because she couldn't imagine spending "that much time with one person and not getting bored" (paraphrasing). But she changed her mind with Joan Rivers - mostly because Rivers is so contradictory how could you possibly get bored? On one hand here's a woman who was a feminist and comic trailblazer who skewered societal norms and expectations placed on women. On the other hand? Rivers was extremely traditional, lambasted women who didn't bend to those societal norms, and made a name for herself with biting "comedy" that often times tore down other women. So....yeah. Contradictory.
Bennetts did her research - reading Rivers' books, interviewing friends and colleagues, and I found this to be a very even handed biography. Other reviews I've read feel that Bennetts "trashed" Joan (and daughter Melissa) - but honestly? I didn't see that. Does Bennetts gloss over Joan's warts? No. But she also heaps on praise when it's due, and Rivers - for all her faults - had a pretty extraordinary life.
I'm neither a big Rivers fan nor do I loathe her - and this book didn't tip me further into one camp or the other. But I did walk away fascinated by her story and with a newfound admiration. Love her, hate her, there's no denying she was a force of nature.
Final Grade = B+ (very good on audio)
Let's be honest: outside of diehard fans, the only reasons one wants to read Every Little Step: My Story by Bobby Brown (w/Nick Chiles) is for 1) the trainwreck and 2) Whitney. Which is mostly why I read it - but also because I think a lot of scorn was heaped on Bobby and not always "fairly." I think we all can see now, in hindsight, that Whitney was not the Princess Good Girl Next Door that her handlers wanted the public to think she was. But was Bobby the bogeyman who "corrupted" America's Sweetheart? Hardly. They were terrible for each other - in only the way two drug addicts can be terrible for each other - but casting Bobby in a villainous role against Whitney's sweetheart image stopped working a long time ago (if it even worked to begin with...)
The book opens with Brown's childhood in the Boston projects and ends with the death of his daughter, Bobbi Kristina. Brown is fairly candid and willingly admits his mistakes. However, he also throws quite a bit of shade towards the Houston clan - some of it warranted, in my opinion. Again, hindsight being what it is. People who paint Bobby has the villain will likely be unmoved, but when it comes to Whitney's problems, and later Bobbi Kristina's issues - I think there's plenty of what-ifs and blame that can be tossed around and it shouldn't all be landing at Bobby's feet.
I do think Brown probably could have devoted more time to the New Edition years, and those relationships, especially given that NE hit it big when Brown was only 14. I felt like there was stuff left unsaid during those chapters, which may disappoint hardcore NE fans who pick up this book for that reason.
A note about the audiobook: avoid it. Brown reads it and he's pretty terrible. It's like listening to a kid read out loud. He's past the "sounding out words" phase, but he stumbles, halts, and skips over pesky punctuation like commas and periods. Look - some people just aren't good at "reading out loud." Plus, between Brown's documented health issues, years of drug abuse, and his spotty formal education - it's no wonder he doesn't sound like James Earl Jones. When the narrative gets more "conversational," he does better - and it's obvious he's not stupid - he's just not a good reader. Note to publishers: when it comes to biographies we don't always need the author/subject to read the audio version. We really don't.
Final Grade = C+
Bennetts did her research - reading Rivers' books, interviewing friends and colleagues, and I found this to be a very even handed biography. Other reviews I've read feel that Bennetts "trashed" Joan (and daughter Melissa) - but honestly? I didn't see that. Does Bennetts gloss over Joan's warts? No. But she also heaps on praise when it's due, and Rivers - for all her faults - had a pretty extraordinary life.
I'm neither a big Rivers fan nor do I loathe her - and this book didn't tip me further into one camp or the other. But I did walk away fascinated by her story and with a newfound admiration. Love her, hate her, there's no denying she was a force of nature.
Final Grade = B+ (very good on audio)
Let's be honest: outside of diehard fans, the only reasons one wants to read Every Little Step: My Story by Bobby Brown (w/Nick Chiles) is for 1) the trainwreck and 2) Whitney. Which is mostly why I read it - but also because I think a lot of scorn was heaped on Bobby and not always "fairly." I think we all can see now, in hindsight, that Whitney was not the Princess Good Girl Next Door that her handlers wanted the public to think she was. But was Bobby the bogeyman who "corrupted" America's Sweetheart? Hardly. They were terrible for each other - in only the way two drug addicts can be terrible for each other - but casting Bobby in a villainous role against Whitney's sweetheart image stopped working a long time ago (if it even worked to begin with...)
The book opens with Brown's childhood in the Boston projects and ends with the death of his daughter, Bobbi Kristina. Brown is fairly candid and willingly admits his mistakes. However, he also throws quite a bit of shade towards the Houston clan - some of it warranted, in my opinion. Again, hindsight being what it is. People who paint Bobby has the villain will likely be unmoved, but when it comes to Whitney's problems, and later Bobbi Kristina's issues - I think there's plenty of what-ifs and blame that can be tossed around and it shouldn't all be landing at Bobby's feet.
I do think Brown probably could have devoted more time to the New Edition years, and those relationships, especially given that NE hit it big when Brown was only 14. I felt like there was stuff left unsaid during those chapters, which may disappoint hardcore NE fans who pick up this book for that reason.
A note about the audiobook: avoid it. Brown reads it and he's pretty terrible. It's like listening to a kid read out loud. He's past the "sounding out words" phase, but he stumbles, halts, and skips over pesky punctuation like commas and periods. Look - some people just aren't good at "reading out loud." Plus, between Brown's documented health issues, years of drug abuse, and his spotty formal education - it's no wonder he doesn't sound like James Earl Jones. When the narrative gets more "conversational," he does better - and it's obvious he's not stupid - he's just not a good reader. Note to publishers: when it comes to biographies we don't always need the author/subject to read the audio version. We really don't.
Final Grade = C+
Monday, November 28, 2016
Mini-Reviews: Those Wacky Victorians
I saw a review for Unmentionable: The Victorian Lady's Guide to Sex, Marriage and Manners by Therese ONeill mentioned somewhere Day Job-related. Anyway, this looked fun and funny and it is - although admittedly I lost steam with it in the final 100 pages.
Basically this book covers all the stuff that historical romance writers tend to leave out. You know - the pesky, troublesome reality because whoa doggie it's not easy to being a woman in the 21st century let alone the 19th. This book covers everything from dressing, bathroom habits, menstruation (you're doing it wrong), diet, beauty, landing a man, keeping a man, and public behavior (um, just don't go out in public). Outside of a snarky comment about "trashy romance novels" (ugh) - it's quite funny in parts. I also realized an important fact about all the historical romance heroines I've read about over the years. According to the proper Victorian decorum detailed in this book?
They're all whores. Seriously. Whores.
As funny as I found this (in parts) - my interest waned around the halfway point. It was a very easy book for me to set down and not pick up for days (admittedly I'm in the midst of the longest reading slump on record). It's the sort of book that (I think) works best to be kept on your nightstand, where you can casually read one chapter at a time when the mood strikes you. But take this with a grain of salt (remember: Wendy's Slump From Hell). For historical romance authors this may be a decent addition to your research library but it's not going to take the place of your more scholarly tomes. This is more for "The Average Jane" sort of reader. Nothing wrong with that, but I wouldn't throw out those primary sources if I were you.
Final Grade = Lord, I don't know. It seems better than a C+. Probably a B-.
Victoria: A Life by A.N. Wilson is something I stumbled across while browsing the downloadable audio offerings available at work. The best way to describe this book? Dense. Also, probably not the best to listen to on audio since it's super easy to lose track of Victoria's eleventy-billion relations. Google got a workout while I was listening to this. Anyhoodle....
I'd only recommend this to hardcore Anglophiles, and even then this biography was not the greatest. The author devoted over 600 pages of his time to writing about Victoria only to come off as rather dismissive of her. The opinion of this book seems to be that Victoria would have been doomed without Albert (quite likely early on in her monarchy) and that she'd never have had a half-coherent political thought in her empty head without some man's wise council (be that Albert or one of the Prime Ministers she actually liked).
Outside of early chapters that talk about her childhood, this book is almost all politics. What was Victoria like as a person? Other than she was a terrible mother? No idea. But if you want to know which European monarchs she was annoyed with, what Prime Ministers she swooned over and the ones she loathed - this is your book.
I was hoping for more social history. A "pulling back the curtain" kind of biography. To be fair to the author, while Victoria kept copious journals, her children censored them heavily after she died. So really - it's not entirely his fault.
I do think this is a good research book. If you're a historical author who needs something covering the political landscape of this period - you could do a lot worse. Also, in hindsight, this book is fascinating in the details of the various family squabbles (and obstinate behavior) that descended the world into the destruction and chaos of World War I (and by extension....World War II). But otherwise? It's dense and slow and I was happy to finally be finished with it.
Final Grade = C-
Basically this book covers all the stuff that historical romance writers tend to leave out. You know - the pesky, troublesome reality because whoa doggie it's not easy to being a woman in the 21st century let alone the 19th. This book covers everything from dressing, bathroom habits, menstruation (you're doing it wrong), diet, beauty, landing a man, keeping a man, and public behavior (um, just don't go out in public). Outside of a snarky comment about "trashy romance novels" (ugh) - it's quite funny in parts. I also realized an important fact about all the historical romance heroines I've read about over the years. According to the proper Victorian decorum detailed in this book?
They're all whores. Seriously. Whores.
As funny as I found this (in parts) - my interest waned around the halfway point. It was a very easy book for me to set down and not pick up for days (admittedly I'm in the midst of the longest reading slump on record). It's the sort of book that (I think) works best to be kept on your nightstand, where you can casually read one chapter at a time when the mood strikes you. But take this with a grain of salt (remember: Wendy's Slump From Hell). For historical romance authors this may be a decent addition to your research library but it's not going to take the place of your more scholarly tomes. This is more for "The Average Jane" sort of reader. Nothing wrong with that, but I wouldn't throw out those primary sources if I were you.
Final Grade = Lord, I don't know. It seems better than a C+. Probably a B-.
Victoria: A Life by A.N. Wilson is something I stumbled across while browsing the downloadable audio offerings available at work. The best way to describe this book? Dense. Also, probably not the best to listen to on audio since it's super easy to lose track of Victoria's eleventy-billion relations. Google got a workout while I was listening to this. Anyhoodle....
I'd only recommend this to hardcore Anglophiles, and even then this biography was not the greatest. The author devoted over 600 pages of his time to writing about Victoria only to come off as rather dismissive of her. The opinion of this book seems to be that Victoria would have been doomed without Albert (quite likely early on in her monarchy) and that she'd never have had a half-coherent political thought in her empty head without some man's wise council (be that Albert or one of the Prime Ministers she actually liked).
Outside of early chapters that talk about her childhood, this book is almost all politics. What was Victoria like as a person? Other than she was a terrible mother? No idea. But if you want to know which European monarchs she was annoyed with, what Prime Ministers she swooned over and the ones she loathed - this is your book.
I was hoping for more social history. A "pulling back the curtain" kind of biography. To be fair to the author, while Victoria kept copious journals, her children censored them heavily after she died. So really - it's not entirely his fault.
I do think this is a good research book. If you're a historical author who needs something covering the political landscape of this period - you could do a lot worse. Also, in hindsight, this book is fascinating in the details of the various family squabbles (and obstinate behavior) that descended the world into the destruction and chaos of World War I (and by extension....World War II). But otherwise? It's dense and slow and I was happy to finally be finished with it.
Final Grade = C-
Sunday, August 21, 2016
Mini-Reviews: Turbulent Times and Sour Nostalgia
Blood Brothers: The Fatal Friendship Between Muhammad Ali and Malcolm X by Randy Roberts and Johnny Smith is, admittedly, not my usual reading fare. But we were featuring the audio version on a digital display at work, it's been positively reviewed all over the place, and it scratches my dormant Former History Major itch. All that and The Autobiography of Malcolm X was one of the few books I was required to read in college that didn't make me want to poke my eyes out.
This book covers a few brief years (from the late 1950s until Malcolm's assassination in 1965) and details Ali's rise to Heavyweight Champion of the World, Malcolm's break from the Nation of Islam, the rise and eventual fall of their friendship. It's the sort of book where nobody comes off looking all that good. I'll be honest - not an Ali fan. There are certain things I respect about the man, but this book covers the period immediately before and after Ali defeated Sonny Liston for the heavyweight title. It's easy to forget now, what with the canonization of Ali that has occurred over the past 20 to 30-odd years - but he was a once a young man. A young, insufferable, 21-year-old kid. It truly is amazing what Ali was accomplishing (both personally and professionally) at such a young age - but I'm an old lady now. I'll be honest, it's a rare 20-something that I don't find insufferable.
The book is interesting and it's obvious the authors put a lot of time in researching it. But where this book sings is in the final third after Malcolm has broken with the Nation and he's got a giant target painted on his back. Look, you know what's going to happen. Malcolm is going to die. But knowing that doesn't make the final chapters of this book any less suspenseful. It's like a thriller towards the end, as Malcolm is slowly marching towards his final destination. I'll be blunt: it's a nail-biter, even though you know exactly how it's going to end.
It's an interesting mix of race, politics, social history and boxing. If you're a non-fiction reader, chances are there's at least a little something to appeal to you here. It's a book about complex men, one of whom finds himself on the path to tragic destiny. It's not an easy read, but then history seldom is.
Final Grade = B+
Back in the day Mary Higgins Clark was my Kathleen Woodiwiss. I devoured her books during my teen years, but once college hit (and all leisure reading came to a dead stop), we parted ways. Shortly after I finished school and could start reading for fun again - I discovered romance. So I never did get caught up on MHC. The Melody Lingers On is a recent release (2015), and while it features some Clark trademarks, I can't say it's a book I particularly enjoyed.
The plot is basically Bernie Madoff. Wealthy hedge fund guy swindles a bunch of people, and then disappears off the face of the Earth, presumed dead. The heroine is a single mom who works for an upscale interior designer in New York City. Through a series of events she ends up dating, and falling for, the missing-Bernie-Madoff-like-guy's son. The son is also in investment/finance and the assumption is that he's in cahoots with Daddy Dearest. Is he innocent or is he a scumbag?
What Clark does well in this book are what I consider her trademarks. She's the master at juggling multiple points of view and peppering in misdirection. She's one of the standard bearers when it comes to introducing multiple characters and then setting them on a collision course - all coming together for a dramatic finish of the novel.
What doesn't work well in this book? The heroine. When the heroine isn't uninteresting, she's annoying. She's like a reactive Mary Sue. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and she wouldn't know proactive if it hit her upside the head. She's the type of heroine who "reacts" to what is around her and she takes zero initiative. She never thinks to ask why - about anything. Plus it doesn't help that she's raising her daughter, the very definition of Plot Moppet; a kid so cutesy-wootsy I'm keeping my uncharitable thoughts to myself before one of my Dear Blog Readers has me committed.
The story marches on to the conclusion, which is OK but not terribly suspenseful. Mary Sue comes off smelling like a rose, even though she's a ninny. Blah, blah, blah - The End.
I've read worse (Lord knows I have), but this isn't very strong at all. Especially given my fond memories for 1980s/1990s era MHC. Which makes me wonder: is it just the more recent work that is problematic? Or are my fond memories colored by rose-tinted glasses? Is this a case of nostalgia getting the better of me? Whatever it is, I think I'll dip further back in the MHC's archives for my next read by her, just to satisfy my curiosity.
Final Grade = D+
This book covers a few brief years (from the late 1950s until Malcolm's assassination in 1965) and details Ali's rise to Heavyweight Champion of the World, Malcolm's break from the Nation of Islam, the rise and eventual fall of their friendship. It's the sort of book where nobody comes off looking all that good. I'll be honest - not an Ali fan. There are certain things I respect about the man, but this book covers the period immediately before and after Ali defeated Sonny Liston for the heavyweight title. It's easy to forget now, what with the canonization of Ali that has occurred over the past 20 to 30-odd years - but he was a once a young man. A young, insufferable, 21-year-old kid. It truly is amazing what Ali was accomplishing (both personally and professionally) at such a young age - but I'm an old lady now. I'll be honest, it's a rare 20-something that I don't find insufferable.
The book is interesting and it's obvious the authors put a lot of time in researching it. But where this book sings is in the final third after Malcolm has broken with the Nation and he's got a giant target painted on his back. Look, you know what's going to happen. Malcolm is going to die. But knowing that doesn't make the final chapters of this book any less suspenseful. It's like a thriller towards the end, as Malcolm is slowly marching towards his final destination. I'll be blunt: it's a nail-biter, even though you know exactly how it's going to end.
It's an interesting mix of race, politics, social history and boxing. If you're a non-fiction reader, chances are there's at least a little something to appeal to you here. It's a book about complex men, one of whom finds himself on the path to tragic destiny. It's not an easy read, but then history seldom is.
Final Grade = B+
Back in the day Mary Higgins Clark was my Kathleen Woodiwiss. I devoured her books during my teen years, but once college hit (and all leisure reading came to a dead stop), we parted ways. Shortly after I finished school and could start reading for fun again - I discovered romance. So I never did get caught up on MHC. The Melody Lingers On is a recent release (2015), and while it features some Clark trademarks, I can't say it's a book I particularly enjoyed.
The plot is basically Bernie Madoff. Wealthy hedge fund guy swindles a bunch of people, and then disappears off the face of the Earth, presumed dead. The heroine is a single mom who works for an upscale interior designer in New York City. Through a series of events she ends up dating, and falling for, the missing-Bernie-Madoff-like-guy's son. The son is also in investment/finance and the assumption is that he's in cahoots with Daddy Dearest. Is he innocent or is he a scumbag?
What Clark does well in this book are what I consider her trademarks. She's the master at juggling multiple points of view and peppering in misdirection. She's one of the standard bearers when it comes to introducing multiple characters and then setting them on a collision course - all coming together for a dramatic finish of the novel.
What doesn't work well in this book? The heroine. When the heroine isn't uninteresting, she's annoying. She's like a reactive Mary Sue. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth and she wouldn't know proactive if it hit her upside the head. She's the type of heroine who "reacts" to what is around her and she takes zero initiative. She never thinks to ask why - about anything. Plus it doesn't help that she's raising her daughter, the very definition of Plot Moppet; a kid so cutesy-wootsy I'm keeping my uncharitable thoughts to myself before one of my Dear Blog Readers has me committed.
The story marches on to the conclusion, which is OK but not terribly suspenseful. Mary Sue comes off smelling like a rose, even though she's a ninny. Blah, blah, blah - The End.
I've read worse (Lord knows I have), but this isn't very strong at all. Especially given my fond memories for 1980s/1990s era MHC. Which makes me wonder: is it just the more recent work that is problematic? Or are my fond memories colored by rose-tinted glasses? Is this a case of nostalgia getting the better of me? Whatever it is, I think I'll dip further back in the MHC's archives for my next read by her, just to satisfy my curiosity.
Final Grade = D+
Wednesday, August 10, 2016
Review: Playing With Fire
I don't know an author alive who doesn't wish to "hit it big" with a popular series (And frankly if you're a writer who says you don't? Liar, liar pants on fire). But I also think that hitting upon that Big Series Idea is a bit of a double-edged sword. Because as great as being successful is, readers can be a demanding lot. Once we discover your series and love it? That's all we want from you. Which leaves authors dealing with how to keep things fresh for them, from a writing standpoint. Some authors fail miserably at this, get bored, and morph their popular series characters into Pod People. Others, like what Tess Gerritsen has done with Playing With Fire, write a stand-alone book. The hope is, of course, that your series readers will stop whining long enough to pick it up and read it. Which I finally have. And you know what? It's pretty good!
Julia Ansdell is a professional violinist. Before heading home to Boston after a performance in Rome, she enters a decrepit antiques shop and buys an old book of gypsy music. Tucked inside the book is a handwritten, presumably unpublished, manuscript for a waltz titled Incendio. But when she gets home and plays the waltz for the first time? It has a powerful effect on her 3-year-old daughter, Lily. So powerful that it seems to have "changed" her - and not for the better. Can music truly be evil? Or is Julia losing her grip on reality?
This is a novel with alternating timelines. There's the present day Julia story and then there's Lorenzo Toedesco, a young Jewish musician living in World War II-era Italy. The Lorenzo story details the history of the waltz and eventually the two story-lines collide as Julia searches for answers.
Gerritsen does some interesting things with this book. It starts out one way, with the reader thinking we're going to get a Domestic Horror novel with a Is My Child Evil? plot and frankly I was bracing for some paranormal woo-woo. But as the author begins alternating between Julia and Lorenzo the story carries you on a totally different path. I can see some readers feeling like the resolution to the Julia story-line is a "cop-out" - but I didn't. I rather liked the way the author twisted it around.
You never know for sure when you throw something up on the ol' Interwebs - but I would hazard a guess that this blog is predominantly read by romance readers. And romance readers tend to like "happy." So I feel like this is worth noting - this story is tragic. There are also some rather upsetting elements. A family pet is killed/murdered and part of this story is set in World War II-era Italy and features a Jewish family. Descriptions of how people died during the Holocaust are included.
The author resolves her story lines, she wraps up her plot, but readers should expect that not everybody is going to be skipping through meadows filled with wildflowers at the end. This one has a heartbreaking ending. I think the author ends it the way she had to end it, and I didn't feel like she was unnecessarily heaping on piles of tragedy just for the sake of it - but after finishing this story I feel like I should read a nice Harlequin Romance to cleanse the ol' palate.
Of course I want another Rizzoli/Isles book and certainly this book won't be for everyone - but I rather liked this. It's what I call a Quiet Thriller and Gerritsen twists and turns the plot in such a way to keep things lively and interesting.
Final Grade = B
Julia Ansdell is a professional violinist. Before heading home to Boston after a performance in Rome, she enters a decrepit antiques shop and buys an old book of gypsy music. Tucked inside the book is a handwritten, presumably unpublished, manuscript for a waltz titled Incendio. But when she gets home and plays the waltz for the first time? It has a powerful effect on her 3-year-old daughter, Lily. So powerful that it seems to have "changed" her - and not for the better. Can music truly be evil? Or is Julia losing her grip on reality?
This is a novel with alternating timelines. There's the present day Julia story and then there's Lorenzo Toedesco, a young Jewish musician living in World War II-era Italy. The Lorenzo story details the history of the waltz and eventually the two story-lines collide as Julia searches for answers.
Gerritsen does some interesting things with this book. It starts out one way, with the reader thinking we're going to get a Domestic Horror novel with a Is My Child Evil? plot and frankly I was bracing for some paranormal woo-woo. But as the author begins alternating between Julia and Lorenzo the story carries you on a totally different path. I can see some readers feeling like the resolution to the Julia story-line is a "cop-out" - but I didn't. I rather liked the way the author twisted it around.
You never know for sure when you throw something up on the ol' Interwebs - but I would hazard a guess that this blog is predominantly read by romance readers. And romance readers tend to like "happy." So I feel like this is worth noting - this story is tragic. There are also some rather upsetting elements. A family pet is killed/murdered and part of this story is set in World War II-era Italy and features a Jewish family. Descriptions of how people died during the Holocaust are included.
The author resolves her story lines, she wraps up her plot, but readers should expect that not everybody is going to be skipping through meadows filled with wildflowers at the end. This one has a heartbreaking ending. I think the author ends it the way she had to end it, and I didn't feel like she was unnecessarily heaping on piles of tragedy just for the sake of it - but after finishing this story I feel like I should read a nice Harlequin Romance to cleanse the ol' palate.
Of course I want another Rizzoli/Isles book and certainly this book won't be for everyone - but I rather liked this. It's what I call a Quiet Thriller and Gerritsen twists and turns the plot in such a way to keep things lively and interesting.
Final Grade = B
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