Berkley worked with the Fountain Family as a volunteer for years before he was convinced to become an official bookseller in 2020. When he's not selling books, he's hanging out with his family, working on his historic Fan home, taking cool photos, and drinking all the coffee he can get his hands on. He loves a good mystery and most any southern story, whether factual or fictional.
Wow… I’ve just finished this wonderfully woven tale. Truly a well crafted, well thought out, and well executed fantasy novel that is NOT just another blah blah blah fair-skinned bro saving the “fair” maiden from the blah blah blah. THIS is a fantasy series fashioned after the pre-Columbian cultures of the Americas? Yes, please and thank you! Characters using rich languages loosely based on Yucatec Maya and Tewa rather than something that sounds like Welsh being spoken backwards through a wet curtain… hallelujah! There is a cauldron of diversity poured all throughout this glorious tale of revenge, of love, of honor, and of family. Essentially, this is a literary gumbo of epic proportion. I am biased, for sure, because I’ve loved everything Rebecca Roanhorse has written to date. That being said, if you do not read this fine tale. It truly is your loss.
The house is quiet. The sun is breaching the horizon. And I have, moments ago, finished We Begin at the End. I write this with a sorrowful weight having just lifted off the pages to nudge me towards my desk to write a review while the feelings are fresh and raw.
Chris Whitaker has written a story that twists your guts up, then spins you free to climb a hart-warming peak, and, just as quickly, push you off that peak into a decent so fast your toes curl. Not to worry though because the depth and warmth of the characters will cushion the fall well enough to hold you to the beautiful end.
I will now anxiously await the release date so that I may sing its praises to our customers, my friends, my family, and anyone that comes within earshot of the bookstore. Now, I need to find a box of tissues as there appears to be dust in my eyes for whatever reason.
Karen Tucker just landed a solid literary gut-punch to my soul. As someone just shy of 6 years sober, this is, without a doubt, a novel that rings true. The highs are just high enough to make sense of it all (in the addicts mind). And the lows so low they scrape the resin off the foil and remind you why you best get out while you can. Written with a certain vulnerability and realism that allows the reader to walk along with Irene and Luce as things fall together and fall apart. Bewilderness is beautifully realistic in its ability to strip away any thoughts of a glorified "drugstore cowboy" opioid mentality. A story that is sorely needed right now.
Dopesick in novel form. Beautifully written. There are zingers. There are tears. There are many, many truths to power. Mostly, for me personally, there were several moments along the way where I just had to stop, breath, and let the wonderful cadence and song of David’s words settle in.
Tana French, for my money, is one of THE finest character building authors of the century. This may or may not make sense to some readers, and I mean this with the absolute and upmost respect but, 300+ pages in and “nothing” has happened while simultaneously EVERYthing is happening. I was so utterly drawn in by the characters and their lovely, lovely banter that I almost forgot I’m supposed to figuring out the whole “who done it” part. Also, I cannot tell a lie here, so I’ll admit to actually slowing down my reading pace yesterday to keep from finishing the read too quickly. Yep. It’s that lovely.
Dodson’s back. Back again. Dodson’s back. Tell a friend. Or two. Or ten. My apologies to Eminem and to you, dear reader, for the possible ear worm I may have just planted but, THANK YOU Joe Ide! I’ve not laughed that loud, while reading, in some time. Truth be told, my wife tired quickly of me barging into her reading time to say, “Honey, wait until you have hear this bit”. Yeah, too much coffee and great writing so that to me. I’ve enjoyed all of the IQ series and, if I’m being honest, I was fairly sure this would be another solid run of the series but, probably not exceptional. Wrong. Just. Plain. Wrong. I love where Joe is taking us. The depth of the characters continues to develop at a wicked pace. The plot lines are becoming even more ferocious. And IQ keeps getting... smarter? Yep. And the ending? YIKES. Book six Mr. Ide? Bring. It. ON!