
This book started off with multiple typos in the first few chapters, and went downhill from there. The author seems to be more or less a scumbag who is making is living now off the deaths of his co-workers. Example: He talks about how his friend Chris and he were always there for each other, and as examples says that Chris would always buy him a sandwich when he was buying one for himself, and that if the author ever needed anything, he could ask Chris for it. So, where was the part where the author did something for Chris? Oh, well, when Chris needed money, the author was broke, but very, very graciously allowed Chris to borrow money from the author's mother. What a guy! Another example: he describes in detail something he saw in the body bag of one of his “brothers” and then writes, “I quickly zipped up the bag so no one else would see it.” And then you wrote about it in this book for everyone to read!!
Finally, the writing is terrible. The author's sentences are basically, “Whoa, there was a shit ton of fire!” Followed by a ghost-written sentence “Fire has increased sevenfold in the Southwest in the past five years.” There were times when I doubted that the main author would even be able to understand the sentences that the ghost writer wrote.
Each story in this book was more horrific than the last. Some were my least-favorite type of realistic fiction: idiot gets him or herself further into trouble by idiotic behavior, and others were verging on fantasy. And even though I do not like sad stories, fantasy, or idiots behaving idiotically, I was completely drawn into each story like a separate little world. The writing was so good that nothing else existed but the story–in the space one, I was literally on the edge of my seat, as corny as that sounds. A great collection, but don't read it when you're in the mood for something light.
Though I'm not downsizing my parents' home, I thought this might give me a good perspective on what to keep and what to get rid of now. It was much more practical than the Joy book, and helped me think about what to keep and why. It also addressed the problem of worthless items with sentimental value, which the Joy book never did.
So, I found all the Indian words thrown in annoying–either stop reading and look them up, or just muddle through and don't really know what's going on. Also, the shift from character to character was so abrupt there were times when I didn't know who I was reading about. Things just seemed to happen–there was no internal thought or change. And the ending was very, very lame.
This was your stereotypical mystery complete with cliched characters (Jon, the mysterious ex-military who does contract work for the government and sleeps with two french young women at the same time, etc.). If it weren't for the dog I wouldn't have kept reading. This review is a reminder to myself not to pick up the next book in the series.
I loved this book. Some of the writing was so, so good I wanted to read it out loud to whoever was around. And not good in a pretentious, I'm trying to be a poet way, just good in a way that made everything sound incredibly true and right. I didn't like the teaser at the beginning or the twist in the ending, but every other part was just perfect.
This book was painfully predictable (“no one can cross this bridge!” means that the main character is going to cross the bridge very soon), and the relationship between Freya and Archie seems built out of thin air, but it was still a new fantasy idea (to me, anyway) and the characters were likable enough that I read to the end.
I enjoyed this book, and liked getting to know the characters. I especially liked the banter between Janine and Daniel, and the way Florence started out as a fairly hateful person and ended up being someone to emulate. However, it felt too slim overall–the constant shifting of perspective meant you never got completely inside any one person.