As much as I love Steve Berry, this book disappointed me. The Charlemagne Pursuit clocks in at just shy of 600 pages. Unfortunately, not a whole lot h...moreAs much as I love Steve Berry, this book disappointed me. The Charlemagne Pursuit clocks in at just shy of 600 pages. Unfortunately, not a whole lot happens for a good portion of the novel.
There are numerous story lines that the reader is constantly bouncing between and the key players’ paths don’t cross until the very end of the book.
I like Cotton Malone. I’ve liked him in the other books he’s been in and this one is no exception. When he was a child, his father died on a sub. It’s not until now that he discovers what truly happened. Enter: top-secret submarine missions to Antarctica, Nazis, Charlemagne, and a lost civilization.
The twins, Christl Falk & Dorothea Lindauer, annoyed me to no end. Sibling rivalry is not uncommon. My younger siblings & I certainly had our share of fights and arguments, but we were children at the time. As we grew, we put petty squabbles behind us. These two sisters are nearly fifty years old and are still whining and throwing tantrums. It’s absolutely ridiculous and definitely made reading their scenes a struggle. The entire time I truly could not believe these were (supposedly) grown women and not 12-year old girls. Their mother certainly hasn’t helped matters - she was the one who originally pitted them against one another. I could have done without the Oberhauser women altogether; they were nothing but ruthless, catty, whiny women who needed to grow up.
Other plot lines include a hired hitman (who actually was interesting at times), the President, multiple government departments, a Senator, various Navy personnel, Charlemagne & his servant Einhard, Malone’s father’s crew in Antarctica, etc etc. The list goes on.
The one thing that aggravated me more than anything was the terrible editing/grammar mistakes/etc. I noticed little things like a word missing here and there (there was a sentence about ‘scaring the hell out her’) and misspellings (singled instead of signaled). At one point there was an entire LINE that went missing! It simply stopped halfway on the page.
Overall it was just an okay book. I like Berry and his books always interest me, but the characters made this one rough. Were it not for them (and those editing errors!) I would have enjoyed this book far more.(less)
I couldn't do it. I had to force myself to make it to the end. It reached the point where I was desperately wishing a bear would eat her just so there...moreI couldn't do it. I had to force myself to make it to the end. It reached the point where I was desperately wishing a bear would eat her just so there would be something happening.(less)
I'm very conflicted with my rating. Perhaps more of a 2.5 stars?
When it comes to YA, I'm clueless. I know of the obvious series, but seeing as how I'm...moreI'm very conflicted with my rating. Perhaps more of a 2.5 stars?
When it comes to YA, I'm clueless. I know of the obvious series, but seeing as how I'm not big on vampires/paranormal in general, I'm sort of lost when it comes to what else YA has to offer. I came across Thirteenth Child and decided to give it a go.
Eff was born a thirteenth child. Her twin brother, Lan, is the seventh son of a seventh son. This means he's supposed to possess amazing talent -- and she's supposed to bring only bad things to her family and her town. Undeterred, her family moves to the frontier, where her father will be a professor of magic at a school perilously close to the magical divide that separates settlers from the beasts of the wild.
A good portion of it genuinely interested me enough to the point where I found myself unable to put the book down. I enjoyed reading about Eff's family, thought it neat to see historical figures given a shout-out, and was intrigued by the magic system. Unfortunately, it felt to me that Ms. Wrede created a universe far too massive to flesh out in this book. Perhaps she explains more later in the series?
The pace moved much too fast for my liking. I normally don't mind timeskips, but the first few chapters were more of a 'When I was 5, here's what happened.' 'When I was 6, here's what happened.' & so on until Eff reaches 18. Given that Eff is 18 when she's telling this story, I was surprised that she sounded so much younger. More along the lines of a tween than an adult.
There was far, far too much telling rather than showing.
Unfortunately, I doubt I'll be picking up the second book.(less)
I completely forgot how I stumbled upon this book, but the premise was too ridiculous to pass up: a 160-year old vampire indebted to protect the Presi...moreI completely forgot how I stumbled upon this book, but the premise was too ridiculous to pass up: a 160-year old vampire indebted to protect the President of the United States. These days it seems that if you want your book to be a hit, you need to include vampires. For that reason alone I was going to avoid this book. Yet I figured I'd give it a shot; apart from the vampire who refuses to drink human blood, I didn't get any Twilight-esque impressions.
I was nothing short of surprised when I discovered myself actually liking this book to the point of staying up just a little longer to finish those last few pages of the chapter I was on.
The book does have its faults & I was a bit aggravated when it ended without tying up the loose ends and explaining the questions I still had about some of the side plots & characters. Overall, however, it was a decent novel worthy of a weekend read.(less)
On a soft summer night in Vermont, twelve-year-old Lisa went into the woods behind her house and never came out again. Before she disappeared, she told her little brother, Sam, about a door that led to a magical place where she would meet the King of the Fairies and become his queen.
Fifteen years later, Phoebe is in love with Sam, a practical, sensible man who doesn’t fear the dark and doesn’t have bad dreams—who, in fact, helps Phoebe ignore her own. But suddenly the couple is faced with a series of eerie, unexplained occurrences that challenge Sam’s hardheaded, realistic view of the world. As they question their reality, a terrible promise Sam made years ago is revealed—a promise that could destroy them all.
From the first moment I heard of this book I was intrigued. It seemed like a fairy tale for grown-ups. I was finally able to read it over the weekend and completely devoured it.
The chapters alternate between Pheobe (present day) and Lisa (fifteen years ago) which I thought was neat, particularly how the events relate and intertwine. I will admit I wasn’t expecting such a dark story (don’t pick this book up thinking you’re in for a light-hearted tale). It’s not often I come across a book that I will happily sacrifice sleep for, but Don’t Breathe a Word was one. Unfortunately, I’m a bit of a baby and the trapdoor-under-the-bed/shadow-figures-in-the-corner seemed all too real in the middle of the night.
When I read mysteries, I love trying to see if I can figure out Who Did It. I had my suspects, but in the end, I couldn’t have been more wrong. (I was a little disappointed with the big reveal. It just didn’t seem fair for readers playing along at home.)
Even though I absolutely loved Don’t Breathe a Word, I still have lingering questions that were not answered.
Glancing at the rest of Ms. McMahon’s books, it seems the covers are all very similar: close-up of a girl’s face. A bit uninspired, yes, but this one was perfect. The girl on the cover of this book was Lisa in my eyes. She looks every bit the part of a girl who wanted to be whisked away by the King of the Fairies.
Twenty thousand years ago, when man crossed the land bridge to North America, creatures called They Who Follow made the great trek as well. But once in the new continent, the giant beasts disappeared, whether into hiding or extinction, no one knew.
Centuries later, a battered journal–the only evidence left from the night of the Romanovs’ execution–turns up in a rare bookstore. As the U.S. and Russians vie for the truth, and the lost Romanov treasure, they collide with a prehistoric predator thought long-extinct.
It’s up to the Event Group to lay to rest the legends. On an expedition into the wilds of British Columbia, Colonel Jack Collins and his team make a horrifying discovery in the continent’s last deep wilderness, where men have been vanishing for centuries.
This book. Just…no. I made the mistake of buying two of Mr. Golemon’s books – at full price, no less! I’m a sucker for books like his: thrillers dealing with ancient legends/conspiracies. Basically anything Dan Brown-esque. Also, the Romanovs. Anything involving that family instantly captures my interest, particularly novels where the Tsar’s children escape (thus began my starry-eyed love affair with Steve Berry). Unfortunately, the summary was extremely misleading. Apart from the prologue, the Romanovs play no part in the story & are only briefly mentioned again at the very end.
Instead, the book revolves around a tribe of Sasquatch. Sasquatch who carry around 50lb. clubs that they use to bang on tree trunks. …no joke. So many random, unnecessary subplots are thrown in (including one where Amelia Earhart’s remains are planted for an archaeology group to ‘discover’). It got to the point where I continued reading just to see what on earth could happen next. Each page was more ridiculous than the last.
Giving Mr. Golemon the benefit of the doubt, perhaps the sheer number of main characters would have been easier to keep track of if I had started the series from the beginning. Even after finishing the novel, I still have no idea who is who. This seems like a book that works fine on its own, but there were a few passages that specifically referenced events from previous books.
There were a number of factual errors and a surprising amount of spelling/punctuation errors. In one instance, holy became holly.
Were it not for the other book I bought, I wouldn’t give this series another look. As the case may be, however, it looks like I’ve got another book to force my way through. Ugh.(less)
Rainy days are great curl-up-with-a-book days! Sick days are fabulous curl-up-with-a-book days! Combine the two and you get the perfect day for reading. Yesterday I finally read The Case of the Missing Marquess.
When Enola Holmes, sister to the detective Sherlock Holmes, discovers her mother has disappeared, she quickly embarks on a journey to London in search of her. But nothing can prepare her for what awaits. Because when she arrives, she finds herself involved in the kidnapping of a young marquess, fleeing murderous villains, and trying to elude her shrewd older brothers—all while attempting to piece together clues to her mother's strange disappearance. Amid all the mayhem, will Enola be able to decode the necessary clues and find her mother?
What a lovely, lovely book. I finished it in one sitting (granted, I was sick in bed and it wasn't a particularly long book, but there's something to be said for a book you can read cover-to-cover in one go). I love when I stumble upon a book by chance and it turns out to be magical. I forget where I first heard of this series, but something about Sherlock Holmes's little sister intrigued me.
The book opens with Enola's 14th birthday. Her mother mysteriously vanishes and cannot be found anywhere. All she's left behind for Enola are a few small presents: a handmade book of ciphers and a small book about the meaning of various plants and flowers.
After searching the grounds of Ferndell Hall Enola sends a telegraph to her brothers, Mycroft and the famous Sherlock. It has been ten years since she last saw either of them - not since their father's funeral - and she had always believed it was her fault. She was born so late in her parents' life, she wasn't a son, she wasn't ladylike enough, she was always viewed as a disgrace to her family, the list goes on and on.
Her brothers arrive and Enola realizes things aren't always what they seem. Her brothers, in their own way, do care about her, and the reason for their avoidance wasn't because of her, but because of their mother. After the death of their father, Mycroft became head of the household and, therefore, in charge of both Lady Eudoria and Enola. Both Mycroft and Sherlock are appalled by the state of the house and its grounds: the only help left are the cook and butler. It is discovered Lady Eudoria had been requesting more and more money from Mycroft (to pay for larger stables, various maids, gardeners, a governess, etc) only to take the money for herself and eventually flee the house she viewed as a prison.
Mycroft takes it upon himself to send Enola to a boarding school and the day she's set to leave, she flees. After solving a few of the ciphers, she finds some of the money her mother hid away and embarks on her own quest to find Lady Eudoria.
I truly don't think I can say enough about this book. It was that wonderful. I adored Enola. Whereas Sherlock feels she is of "limited cranial capacity" she is, on the contrary, quite smart and loves solving riddles and puzzles. She's also incredibly witty and sarcastic and I simply loved her.
She looked all of a glow from the heat and the exercise. Horses sweat, you know, and men perspire, whereas ladies glow. I am sure I looked all of a glow also. Indeed, I could feel all-of-a-glow trickling down my sides beneath my corset, the steel ribs of which jabbed me under the arms most annoyingly.
The other characters - particularly Viscount Tewksbury - were equally as lovely and I hope they have larger roles throughout the rest of the series.
Quotes I enjoyed:
That word: Perditorian.
From the Latin perditus, meaning "lost."
Perditorian: one who divines that which is lost.
But...but how dare she, with all her blather of spirits, title herself no nobly? Knower of the lost, wise woman of the lost, finder of the lost: That was my calling.
Sherlock and Mycroft would have wanted Mum back in Ferndell Hall, but obviously she did not wish to be there. When--not if, but when I found her, I would ask of her nothing that might make her unhappy. I was not seeking her in order to take away her freedom.
Abby Cooper’s betting the house on her inner eye...
It took a while for Abby Cooper’s FBI agent boyfriend, Dutch Rivers, to accept her psychic gifts as the real deal. But these days he knows better than to question Abby’s visions. So when his favorite cousin Chase is kidnapped in Vegas, they both catch the next flight to Sin City. Abby’s inner eye insists that Chase is still alive, but nothing else about the case adds up—especially Dutch’s reluctance to involve his own Bureau.
On top of everything, Dutch is battling a mysterious illness, and Abby keeps having disturbing dreams that predict his death. Dutch wants Abby to promise that if the investigation goes south, she’ll head home to safety. But when the chips are down, Abby won’t fold without a fight...
I adore this series. At the beginning of the year, I made it a goal of mine to step out of my comfort zone and read some authors/genres I hadn't before. Through some book-hopping at goodreads, I discovered a whole new world in cozy mysteries. They are so ridiculous and fun and completely unlike anything I had ever read! While there were some brain fluff books I enjoyed, I would only read ~true literature~ and unfortunately missed out on so, so much. :) I'm so glad I decided to broaden my reading this year.
This series follows Abby Cooper, a professional psychic. The first four books worked as stand-alone novels; you could have started with book 3 and not be lost. Anything important is explained repeatedly (sometimes this becomes a little grating, particularly when you're halfway through the series and the author still insists on reminding you of Abby's dog's name/why he was named that). The fifth book, Crime Seen & this book however, are connected. Parts one and two if you will.
In Crime Seen Dutch begins to investigate a cold case involving a superior. Death Perception gets to the heart of the action and Abby finds herself in Las Vegas.
Although it was nice to have some sense of continuity, I miss the silly antics of the earlier books - the mafia dons, the haunted houses, it was all light and fun.
I'm far less judgmental when it comes to cozy mysteries than I am regarding other genres. These books aren't aiming to be anything other than fluff. That said, few things put me off more than a long-winded spiel from the villain detailing every last part of the plan. I. Hate. That. During the big reveal, the Bad Guy goes on for a few pages explaining absolutely everything!
Also, it just now dawned on me that the covers for this series are totally wrong. Multiple times it's been mentioned that Abby has waist-length hair..
Despite a few minor issues, I still enjoyed this book and look forward to reading the next!(less)
Hermann Kermit Warm is going to die. The enigmatic and powerful man known only as the Commodore has ordered it, and his henchmen, Eli and Charlie Sisters, will make sure of it. Though Eli doesn't share his brother's appetite for whiskey and killing, he's never known anything else. But their prey isn't an easy mark, and on the road from Oregon City to Warm's gold-mining claim outside Sacramento, Eli begins to question what he does for a living–and whom he does it for.
A few years ago I discovered that any Man Booker Prize winner (or even nominee) is a book I will love and adore and cherish for all eternity. It reached the point to where I wouldn't even bother to look at the summary; just knowing it was a Man Booker novel was enough for me.
Earlier in the year I heard about a new novel called The Sisters Brothers and immediately the cover caught my eye. Seriously, how cool is it?? When I found out it earned a spot on the Longlist, I was set. I knew I needed to read it and this month that's just what I did.
He paused to study my words. He wished to check if they were sincere, I knew, but could not think of a way to ask without sounding overly concerned. The joy went out of him then, and his eyes for a time could not meet mine. I thought, We can all of us be hurt, and no one is exclusively safe from worry and sadness.
Unfortunately. Unfortunately. As much as it pains me to not be thoroughly overwhelmed with a Man Booker novel, The Sisters Brothers just didn't work for me. It sounded interesting enough and the writing but good, but something wasn't there. According to GoodReads' rating system, two stars is okay. And that's what it was: The Sisters Brothers was an okay book. Nothing more, nothing less.
The humor was so lovely, I will say that much. Out of nowhere a character - usually Eli - said a line that was perfect. I actually wouldn't allow myself to read this book at lunch unless I was alone. Some parts were that funny.
He was resting in the bath and giving an imaginary speech and I though, What is it about bathing that prompts a person to do this?
I feel like I wasn't able to understand what was essentially an extremely simply plot: two brothers set out to California to kill a man. And that's just what they do. They work for a man called the Commodore, but you never find out anything other than that. I would have loved a little more depth to that character, seeing as how he's responsible for the whole plot.
'And what is it you two do?' 'We are Eli and Charlie Sisters.' 'Oh,' she said. 'Oh my.' 'My father is dead. He was killed, and deserved to be killed.'
The book revolves around two brothers: Eli and Charlie Sisters. They're known - and feared - throughout the country as killers. When the novel opens, the two are moving on from a previous job that resulted in the loss of both of their horses. The Commodore supplies them with new ones and Eli gets the short end of the stick. His horse Tub is everything you would think a horse named Tub would be. Oddly enough, Tub grew to be one of my favorite characters in the book.
The creak of bed springs suffering under the weight of a restless man is as lonely a sound as I know.
Looking over other reviews, I feel that I'm the odd man out. Everyone else seems to love this book. I wanted to. I wanted to love it: all of the elements were there! I'm not sure what went wrong.
I reentered the cave to stoke the fire, curling up beside it for warmth, but I could not sleep without proper covering and instead spent the rest of the night rewriting lost arguments from my past, altering history so that I emerged victorious.