I polished this off in two days - it really is exactly as the subtitle states, although I didn't anticipate the amount of Mormonism in the book, which was something of an unwelcome distraction for me. I loved the library bits and the fascinating ways that we can affect our physical health through mental and physical training.
This is really a story about families and blood ties with a dash of psychic powers thrown in for flavor. I'm not even sure the sisters' powers were necessary - they functioned as a tool to demonstrate the things we share and those we cannot fathom about our families. This book certainly wasn't bad, but I feel rather indifferent about it.
Sides does an excellent job of writing a book about the hunt for MLK's killer instead of a glorification of James Earl Ray. Much of this I attribute to the fact that Sides refers to Ray by whatever alias the criminal was using at the time. Using mostly memoirs, newspapers, and police and FBI files, Sides paints a vivid portrait of a man on the run and a country in crisis. A well structured and compelling book.
I picked this up on a lark, just to have an audiobook in the car, and quickly became wrapped up in the story. Lowe grew up in an average, middle-class Ohio neighborhood so his early life and journey to Hollywood are engaging and relatable. I especially enjoyed his experience as a novice actor making The Outsiders. Halfway through the book, however, Lowe emerges from rehab and becomes far more conceited and less interesting.
Remarkable that Aebi could undertake such a voyage by teaching herself to use a compass and sextant along the way! I thought this book was well done - a good balance of technical terminology and layman's understanding of sailing - but at some point it sounded like more of the same journey over and over. Sail, storm, meet people, enjoy/endure solitude, get to port, mechanical trouble, etc.
I read this years ago and remember liking it but now, reading it for my book club, it is a struggle to get through. I'm finding Gelman arrogant and incredibly condescending, mostly to the reader but also to the people she meets along her travels. Gelman also harps on about this wonderful “sisterhood of women” that screams 70s feminism and annoys me. Gelman referring to herself a nomad also annoys me.
Once she was living in Bali, Gelman's writing changed to a more peaceful and less harping travel memoir, so I was able to finish the book :)
Still, if you're in search of a good female adventure book, try The Singular Pilgrim.