Donna Wiedeman Wiedeman itibaren Kaulo Dihri, Bihar 802222, Indija
This is the first Women's Murder Club book and the first book by James Patterson that I've read. It was a decent crime mystery, with some major twists going even up until the very end, but in some sense had a rather bland feeling to it. The characters are interesting, and I hope will be fleshed out more in future books. The writing is sort of odd; about half the book is first person and half is third person, which led to a rather strange jarring melding of different chapters.
I would recommend this book to any woman who is struggling with infertility. It is very informative and gives accurate information about diagnostic and treatment options, and when to see a doctor. It also gives first-hand stories of the pain, embarrasment, and uncertainty some people have to go through when trying to conceive a baby. It helps you feel like you're not alone in this struggle because more people than you realize are going through similar experiences. In fact, it also has some pretty funny stories too. I really liked this book.
Sixteen-year-old Ree Dolly, lives in the Ozark hill country with her father (a meth-cooker), her mother (with Alzheimer's-like symptoms), and her two fairly normal younger brothers. Ree is the family care giver, as her father is frequently gone. Her father has disappeared again as the story opens, which is not unusual. A problem arises when she finds out he has a felony court date in two weeks and he has put their house and timberland up as bond. They will lose everything if he doesn't make the court date. The saga of her search for her father through the in-bred Ozark valleys both terrorizes and uplifts. Her resourcefulness and improbable maturity endear her to some of the book's baddest and crustiest characters, as well as to "Winter's Bones" readers. "Bone's" Ozarkified omniscient narrator at first seems contrived and corn-ballish: "houses were perched on the steep hillside like crumbs on a beard." But soon the power of Woodrell's writing and the flow of the story makes this wierd narration fit perfectly: "The Twin Forks River rushed along cold and black but streaked yellow, danced upon brightly by the headlights" and "a fabled man, his face a monument of Ozark stone, with juts and angles and cold shaded parts the sun never touched...His voice held raised hammers and long shadows." Ree, heroic and persevering, makes one long for a hinted-at additional Ree Dolly book.
This book was ok. Not my normal style and I wasn't really into the language.