11 pages in and I‘m sold.
So far this is like if Goldfinch and Immortalists has a baby.
I am so surprised at how much I loved this one. I initially thought the idea of this book was a hokey means of writing a memoir but the non-sequential story telling made a complete picture in a way that was organic but also memorizing.
Between and pick and a so-so. I liked the sections on grief, particularly that Rob‘s world got smaller and harder as time went on, a nice antithesis to what we‘re normally fed about “time heeling all wounds.” Still, the author‘s second fiddle puppy dog routine made the book drag for me.
I like the chapter styling of this one. A memoir told through coming of age mix tapes. The author is a little woe-is-me-hopelessly-awkward-rock-of-ages-fanboy for my liking but it‘s true to himself so I guess it isn‘t his fault his life became a Hollywood trope.
What a waste of time. Super juvenile, pedantic writing. I hung in there because folks said it was a page turner but I honestly didn‘t care about the mystery or a single character.
Meh. Book of the Month has been so movie of the week for the last several months. This was a quick read in a cool setting but could have used a lot more character development and more fleshing out of generational poverty and class conflict.
Does this get better? Can‘t stand the book but love the extra reading time I‘m getting on my vacation in Colombia.
At times very difficult to read. The three central characters are all constantly self-destructing while feeling as though it‘s those around them making the poor decisions. They are deeply flawed characters with equally flawed relationships. This book does an incredible job depicting longing for a life not lived and memories that never quite happened.
I‘ve read so many reviews filled with vitriol for Celestial but unless she starts drowning kittens in the last 50 pages, I 100% identify with her decision.
This book was unputdownable. Gobbled it up in a single session and am desperate to reread it to catch all the clues I missed in the first telling. A play by play account of a small town stricken by environmental disaster told in a dream-like remembrance. 5/5
I was late on the bandwagon with this one. Not quite as good as I was hoping, blame the hype, but the descriptions of place and foreboding nature of how closely we are all tied to our surroundings made up for any obnoxious plot developments. 3.5/5
Eegads, I‘m only 40 pages in to last month‘s BOTM. Time for speed reading.
Checking in to the Ari Fliakos fan club where I‘m not just the president, I‘m also a member. If you were into the way Ari narrated The Nix, you will find lots familiar here in his character inflections. Great story too that melds old lore and ritual with modern tech information processing. 4/5
There wasn‘t anything too complex to parse through in this sweet little procedural mystery. Likable protagonist, vivid setting. There‘s something that still feels a little icky about a white, American man writing about Asian female passivity culture but you can‘t win ‘em all. 3.5/5
What a ride. The first section of this book has a traditional linear narrative and then bam, it turns toward magical realism but of the black magic sort; spooky and haunting with themes invisibility in race and class, long-buried histories made fresh again and spirals of tangential stories woven tighter by the page. Beautifully written and impossible to put down. 5/5.