Two weeks later and I am still thinking about this book and the characters in it; it is THAT good.
This book could easily be bundled in to the romance/...moreTwo weeks later and I am still thinking about this book and the characters in it; it is THAT good.
This book could easily be bundled in to the romance/ chick-lit genres and left at that but it is so much more. Fascinating engaging and also (mostly) likeable characters present a roller coaster of a story that I thoroughly enjoyed. Indeed my only negative is that I will never be able to re-read this book again for the first time (and it WILL be re-read!)
At times it seemed like a Sri Lankan/Australian version of Sex and the City in that it is centred around 4 modern day and women. It also deals with (hardly a spoiler) weddings, and as well the hip parts of Melbourne, family, love, loss, doubt, high flying corporate types and so much more. You'll also learn a thing or two about the interior of the BMW 5 series you won't find in the owner's manual.
I loved this book, it was brilliantly written, the story never bogged down or got tired. The dialogue is at times razor sharp and quite funny; I laughed aloud at many points. This story would not look out of place on the big screen and I'd line up and pay to see it without doubt.
Probably the book I enjoyed most this year, I give it 5 stars only because I can't give it 6. (less)
A thrilling read right down to the final e-page. First I've read from this author and I will be seeking more.
Excellent multi-dimensional characters, t...moreA thrilling read right down to the final e-page. First I've read from this author and I will be seeking more.
Excellent multi-dimensional characters, thoroughly believe-able plot, excellent action scenes, a gripping whodoneit and brilliant snark. I particularly loved the snark.
The descriptive scenes where Airforce One expectantly plummeted into the Manhattan skyline ...whoops, SPOILER ....sorry about that.....well had that happened I'd have liked it even more. But it didn't.
I repeat no Airforce One was damaged in the reading of this novel. Did I mention I really loved the snark?
So my recommendation is read the book, love it, like I did, agree with me that it deserves 5 stars; my book review that is, oh sure I'll give the book the same because it was really good. And snarky.
** SPOILERS A’PLENTY ** A breathtakingly bad book. There, I said it. It’s even an adulteration of the word to call this mess of words and pathetic erot...more** SPOILERS A’PLENTY ** A breathtakingly bad book. There, I said it. It’s even an adulteration of the word to call this mess of words and pathetic erotic scenerios a book. It’s utter pure tripe, literary offal. So bad it offends all sentient intelligence merely by existing. It is without over-statement perhaps the worst book I have ever had the misfortune to read, so of course I loved it. Here’s why.
Firstly let me explain that when I say I loved it, I say that in the sense of watching something so terribly bad it actually had something going for it. Just how it is that the written word can find new depths to stoop to is beyond me. Were Shakespeare alive today just a couple of paragraphs would be enough for him to willingly shuffle off (again) his mortal coil. To say that “Pleasure With A Purpose” is simply a bad book is not doing it justice, it’s much MUCH worse than that.
The reader is given the plot pretext that the antagonist of the piece Heather ,complains of being sexually unfulfilled; aka an absence of screaming multiple orgasms (SMO) to her friend Brenda. Brenda just happens to be the sister of hot spunk Brad that Heather has had the hots for since…..and at this point I can pretty much leave everything else out. Note that all this happens on page 1 so I’m guessing Ms Lisa Renee Jones likes her books to hit the ground running. Sort of like watching the movie Titanic but having everything that happens prior to the ship sinking removed. It’s pretty clear that if “Pleasure With A Purpose” actually had a purpose, its nothing short of an excuse to inspire oneself to do….um…things to oneself.
Of course much of the book deals with trying to build sexual tension between Heather and Brad in much the same way one might try to empty a well with an imaginary bucket; unsuccessfully. Oh of course he wants to talk to her and she to him, and he confronts her and she confronts him and all the while I am head butting the desk at how horribibly awlful this is. Douglas Adam’s Vogan Poetry has surely been usurped in the painful literary ordeals department. Were forks at hand by about this time I would have been willingly stabbing myself in the eyes. In fact it would have been the audiobook version of this expletive deleted that had Vincent Van Gough tearing off his ear in an alternate reality. And I can’t say I blame him.
Well by now we are led to believe that Brenda’s advice is for Heather to give up her little battery operated friend (LBOF) and instead to have a fling with pretty much the next guy she sets eyes on. Possibly the worst piece of advice since the manufacturer of the Hindenberg Zeplin suggested “Hey what do you think of the idea of a smoking section in this thing?” Somehow we are given the understanding that Brad is somehow now aware of all this (can’t see how, unless he’s read the book he is in. And if somehow he has managed to escape the paper bounds of his reality he should have kept running!) and takes it upon himself to give Heather some stern “brotherly” advice. Think “brotherly” someone like Greg and Marsha Brady and you know where this is going.
So Brad confronts Heather in her Lingerie store (oh I neglected to mention Heather supposedly sells the sexiest female wear on the planet? I must have been vomiting at this point so please forgive me) while she relaxes after hours by trying on a few of her things. Brad begins to chasten Heather for leaving the store unlocked (by which he snuck in, ironic much?) and she, wearing the sexiest, flimsiest almost nothings, turns quickly but not before realising one of her nipples as slipped its moorings and is staring right back at Brad. By about now even forkicide isn’t sufficient with which to punish myself for reading this shit, I’m actually starting to add reasonably priced torture equipment to my eBay watchlist.
Well ladies I must confess right now that when it comes to the actual wearing lingerie I have little (zero) personal experience, and if you saw my legs you’d be thrilled to hear I intend to keep it that way. However I am going to put my neck right out there and suggest the statistical likelihood of a nipple going rogue simply by turning sharply (by any rate of orbital acceleration you would like to offer) is so exceedingly small that we shall round it up to nil. I’ll further suggest that had I the time and inclination to collect Albert Einstein’s original papers explaining general relativity I don’t doubt there would be a hastily scribbled footnote in the margin of his work confirming my suspicions. No single headlight, nip, cherry, raspberry, diamond cutter or pink pointer is ever going to come loose for this reason. Forgive me for being overly sensitive on the matter but to accept this point is less suspending disbelief but taking an entire giant step towards sheer lunacy.
So picture the scene, a surprised heaving bosomed one nipple exposed Heather stands before angry-at-leaving-the-door unlocked but now surprised at seeing one aforesaid exposed nipple Brad. She looks at him, he looks at her and nipple and nipple looks at Brad. Surprisingly at this point Heather decides instead of doing something totally and completely insane, like pardoning herself and re-covering exposed nipple, for reasons that would defy the boffins that created the Large Hadron Collider she decides no. She refuses to make a move to cover herself because she feels that gives him the argument. Logic that only makes sense in those places with the padded floors and long wrap-around sleeves.
Even less believable than this rubbish is Brad’s now strangely moving trouser legs. Sigh. Surely there will be a special circle of hell set aside for Ms Lisa Renee Jones and those who write rubbish like her. Far be it for me to have to point out yet another absurdity but when it comes to measurements and Brad’s um, well little Brad, it appears someone got it in their heads that little is the old black. When finally little (in name only) Brad is introduced, what is described is nothing short of an evolutionary impossibility. I understand that fisherman tell tall stories, but when it comes to erotic literature all too frequently the author is lying through her ever so slightly parted teeth. Not even if one scoured the planet watching every late night related subject matter infomercial in existence and stocked up on the complete compendium of pills, lotions and pumps would anyone come even close to what is described in these sorts of books. Keep it real ladies, try to keep some sense of reality, the numbers you throw about would scare livestock!
Well after the exposed nipple huge member incident (and by huge I mean Nelson’s Column huge) all that you need to know is that the universe has been turned on its head and Brad wants Heather. Bad. So bad he arranges for a limo to take them both to a wedding, the wedding at which Heather was to have a fling with as per Brenda’s less than expert relationship advice. Instead before Heather can say “hey my dress is coming undone” Brad is showing her how very much he knows about SMOs (apparently), much to Heather’s new found pleasure. All this whilst travelling IN the limo on the way to the wedding. I know what you’re thinking but allow me to put your fears to rest, the driver has been paid extra to not watch or listen. Classy eh?
Sadly dear reader our time together has come to an end, as by the recounting of this shit (really, I tried ever so hard to refrain from using that word) I strangely and suddenly fill quite nauseous. I feel quite ill indeed, so much so that I can’t wait to punish myself with more rubbish from the same author. With titles such as “Awakening the Beast”, “Wicked Werewolf Night”, “Beast of Desire”, “Damned Delicious”, “Breathless Descent”, “Exposed and Pleasured” and “Santa Baby” (God only knows what , Ms Jones used to ask Santa for, suffice to say it wouldn’t fit in a stocking) how can I possibly resist. (less)
You ain't in Kansas anymore kiddo. This a book like no other I've read, and demands a re-read in a year or so as I'll explain later. This is a dark no...moreYou ain't in Kansas anymore kiddo. This a book like no other I've read, and demands a re-read in a year or so as I'll explain later. This is a dark novel, often very dark.
Without giving anything away regarding plot I can say this is a tale that falls into several pieces, which neatly merge together to create much more than the sum of parts. Its a story about tragically flawed, broken and hopeless irredeemable characters; almost Dostoevskian people trapped within a Kafaesque horror story. The scenery and events described over many years are rich in their description, and much MUCH of the detail contains raw and confronting graphic sexuality. Expect this book to be on your local High School’s curriculum sometime after hell freezes over. A decision I wholeheartedly agree with.
A dark novel with many twists and turns, so much so this reader was distracted simply by the events described; the whats and whens that it often took my attention away from the very important why and what were they thinking. A novel so different to anything else I can think of it almost demands a new genre description for itself.
A superbly written, no doubt award winning (I haven’t bothered to check but it won’t at all surprise me) novel of unspeakable darkness. I can’t imagine how this could be filmed while remaining true to the overall spirit of the book, but that’s fine with me. I loved ‘A Reliable Wife’ even if much of it was read with a semi-permanent OMG expression on my face. (less)
An enjoyable read that could have easily fallen into the chicklit/Hollywood cliche but instead the author keeps things interesting and finds a suitabl...moreAn enjoyable read that could have easily fallen into the chicklit/Hollywood cliche but instead the author keeps things interesting and finds a suitable ending.(less)
**spoiler alert** An almost indescribable book, so real if feels like a documentary. An entire town of real people created with such skill you'd swear...more**spoiler alert** An almost indescribable book, so real if feels like a documentary. An entire town of real people created with such skill you'd swear you knew them all your life. Its not enough that Picoult expertly deals with arguably one of the modern day horror stories for kids and parents alike, a school shooting, but it's done in such a way that the reader almost becomes part of the action.
A real page turner, not a book that can be dismissed once started, and probably not forgotten.
Hell yeah, a great first up book from an author I'll be looking out for in the future. Great characters and setting, a very interesting crime and solu...moreHell yeah, a great first up book from an author I'll be looking out for in the future. Great characters and setting, a very interesting crime and solution. (less)
A wonderful book. Told from the point of view of a dog this novel traces the lives of those around him. Its uplifting, hilarious, sad, and all too pos...moreA wonderful book. Told from the point of view of a dog this novel traces the lives of those around him. Its uplifting, hilarious, sad, and all too possible and if nothing else you'll never look at your dog the same again; knowing he/she is listening to and understanding your every word. Sometimes better than you. And don't be surprised if along the way a dog teaches you a thing or two about humans.
Almost but not quite the keenly sought after old school SciFi I cut my teeth on back when Gutenberg knew a thing or two about printing presses. Still...moreAlmost but not quite the keenly sought after old school SciFi I cut my teeth on back when Gutenberg knew a thing or two about printing presses. Still a bloody enjoyable read and I have already stacked the remainder of the series on my e-reader.
Although spoiled by what I consider the greatest SciFi collection of all time, the Honor Harrington (HH) series by David Weber, I still got a lot of enjoyment from this book, found the characters likeable (or lothesome, depending on which we talk about). The setting and the technology believable and I need to know how this pans out.
It's a watered down version on HH and doesn't have anything like the detailed political background but it details enough so that you can follow the people and the times. The military tactics and future weaponry on a vast scale are a lot of fun to follow. Highly reccomended. (less)
**spoiler alert** I've read or stopped reading bad books before, this one however is car crash literature. For believablity sake alone I would urge an...more**spoiler alert** I've read or stopped reading bad books before, this one however is car crash literature. For believablity sake alone I would urge anyone I cared about not to bother with this. I am 2/3 of the way through and want to toss this across the room. If it were a movie I would have been gone long before now.
Baldacci sets the scene and develops interesting characters as well as adequately describing their personal worldview. The something happens and the characters start doing things that create plot twists but no sane person able to walk and chew gum at the same time would believe.
A Supreme Court Clerk (Michael) proposes to another Supreme Court Clerk (Sara) even though they aren't dating. In fact apart from work they don't see each other. Sara turns him down because there is "no spark"
There "is" however someone she does think about and that just happens to be Michael's brother, John who she has never officially met but seen twice in court.
Well as luck would have it Michael is murdered after he gets personally involved in an appeal that has been filed with the Supreme Court.
Michael's brother John (also a lawyer but once a cop) decides to investigate the case and of course he and Sarah......(see what I mean about ridiculous?)To make it worse she is removed from her job at the Supreme Court, a position she worked all her adult life to attain and seemingly doesn't care because she and John had sex the night before......
Add a handy (but implausible) Army conspiracy, an innocent patsy who has spent 25 years in the stockade for a crime he didn't commit (and of course the Army can't have John and Sarah uncovering their whole sinister plan) as well as one or more Supreme Court Justices that are a tad shady, oh and a perhaps crooked US Senator.....
Throw in an apparently corrupt FBI agent who has the ability to frame John for his brother's death (after the fact, I'm sure Mr Baldacci hopes we didn't see that snafu)
Baldacci can weave an interesting tale, and writes well, but at places in this story the plot is so thin its hardly there at all.
I give this 1 star because I couldn't give it half a star. In my view a terrible (TERRIBLE) book. (less)
My view stilted as I saw the movie first but I loved it. Lots of inter-character dynamics to keep the reader occupied. As a mental read-and-forget nov...moreMy view stilted as I saw the movie first but I loved it. Lots of inter-character dynamics to keep the reader occupied. As a mental read-and-forget novel it was all it needed to be; tells an enjoyable story.(less)
At times this is a gritty read, taking you back to the middle of the US Civil Rights movement. If you've ever wondered what it must have been like bac...moreAt times this is a gritty read, taking you back to the middle of the US Civil Rights movement. If you've ever wondered what it must have been like back then (as I have) this this is for you.
The characters are real and personable, with all the bumps and bruises you'd expect in real life.
**spoiler alert** Keeps you guessing formula on its own makes this a good read, but it's written from the view of all the characters one at a time all...more**spoiler alert** Keeps you guessing formula on its own makes this a good read, but it's written from the view of all the characters one at a time allowing the reader to build up a whole from the sum of many parts. (less)