I picked this up at the library a little while ago, and realized when I got it home that I had read about it here before checking it out and completely forgotten. Weird. You wouldn’t think I’d be able to manage being uninterested in a memoir about someone whose father was a faith healer. But I just never got interested in this. For someone with such a colorful life, this guy has written a book that was surprisingly bland (yeah, I mixed that metaphor. Got a problem?). Even before I began to suspect that Mr. Smith genuinely believes in his…
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I started out liking this book a lot, and then I liked it progressively less and less. Fie to Philip Pullman who thinks it is so wonderful – this is just the sort of book you would think he would like. Bah. I agree with GeraniumCat that it’s a really interesting and genuine depiction of the dead, but I didn’t like the book taken altogether. I got tired and depressed reading it, which I don’t think is the effect books are meant to have. Plus, although Tarot cards didn’t feature prominently, I often didn’t like the interpretations of the cards…
1 CommentRobin starts – after the “previously on Robin” bit at the beginning – right where Coombe left off, with the joyous happiness of Robin and Donal’s reunion. Good news: They still love each other. I wasn’t surprised by that, but I have to confess I was a little unsettled by the scene directly following it, where Donal goes home to tell his mother about his evening. I quote: Throughout his life he had taken all his joys to his closest companion and nearest intimate – his mother. Theirs had not been a common life together. He had not even tried…
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