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Review of The Gifted Storyteller: The Power Is in the Story You Tell, by Gregg Korrol

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I won a copy of Gregg Korrol‘s The Gifted Storyteller through Goodreads:

Description:
What if a Genie popped out of a bottle and gave you the power to create your life as it happened?

Michael followed “the plan” and did everything he was supposed to for life to be successful; great job, money, dates, yet despite it all, everything wasn’t the dream he expected. One night after work, he meets a beautiful and mysterious woman named Jeannie, who introduces him to the Gifted Storyteller, and changes his life forever.

Review:
This isn’t so much a review as documenting I’ve read this book, because I just don’t like this sort of book. I knew that I didn’t like a certain sort of book, but didn’t know this would be a book of the sort I don’t like. By this sort of book, I mean the sort where someone meets a stranger who opts to impart sacred knowledge to some random sap and this is presented to the reader as ultimately enlightening. There’s a quote on page 91 that states, “What she is saying is mind blowing.” and that’s how the reader is meant to feel about the book and it’s lessons. Here’s the thing, I almost never feel that they are. I didn’t here either.

I could take that fact to mean this is a pointless self-help book, but maybe it’s just imparting lessons I don’t need—to be mindful of the reality you build yourself and be careful of the fictions you build in your head (very Deepak Chopra).

Some will likely call this a sexist generalization, but I think men are especially in danger of this. After all, how many women have died because they didn’t live up to the fantasy of some strange man? (Certainly Korrol uses his character’s relationship to the opposite sex to make this point.) So, maybe these are lessons some people actually need, while some of us had to learn them growing up or risk never making it to adulthood.

A Lowcountry Christmas

Book Review of A Lowcountry Christmas, by Mary Alice Monroe

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A couple weeks ago, I did a Christmas Challenge. I read the four paperbacks that had been languishing on my shelves because they were all Christmas novels. I figured what better time to get them read? I finished it and, low and behold, another one landed on my doorstep. I won Mary Alice Monroe‘s A Lowcountry Christmas through Goodreads. Again, I figured there was no better time to get it read that Christmas Eve.

Description:
As far as ten-year-old Miller McClellan is concerned, it’s the worst Christmas ever. His father’s shrimp boat is docked, his mother is working two jobs, and with finances strained, Miller is told they can’t afford the dog he desperately wants. “Your brother’s return from war is our family’s gift,” his parents tell him. But when Taylor returns with PTSD, the stress and strain darken the family.

Then Taylor’s service dog arrives—a large black Labrador/Great Dane named Thor. His brother even got the dog! When Miller goes out on Christmas Eve with his father’s axe, determined to get his family the tree they can’t afford, he takes the dog for company—but accidentally winds up lost in the wild forest. In the midst of this emergency, the splintered family must come together and rediscover their strengths, family bond, and the true meaning of Christmas.

Review:
For those who enjoy this sort of book, I imagine this will be a winner. Personally, I gave it a shot, but I call this sort of book Misery Porn. Yes, there is a happy ending and you get a taste of it in the prologue to know it’s coming. But the whole rest of the book is people being miserable.

I can sense Monroe had a good intent. She obviously wanted to inform readers about PTSD and the healing powers of service dogs. But the book often felt didactic and I felt the ‘healing’ happened too abruptly.

Further, I had a hard time buying into the whole, “The splintered family must come together to rediscover their strengths, their family bond, and the true meaning of Christmas.” when the father is so obviously left out of the equation. He’s the only family member without a POV and until you’re supposed to go “awww” and believe everything suddenly happy he’s the antagonist of the book.

The writing however is perfectly readable and the book seems well-edited. I honestly think this is just a matter of wrong book for the reader. But it’s Christmas Eve and I wanted to read a Christmas book.

Book Review of The Wedding Vow, by Cara Connelly

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I won a signed copy of Cara Connelly‘s The Wedding Vow through Goodreads.

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I have to give this at least three stars for being well enough written, even if the story itself drove me batty. This is one of those contemporary romances that is all fantasy. By which I mean that the events, if they happened in real life, would be traumatizing and love would NOT be the outcome. NOT. AT. ALL. But as a fantasy, where all the trauma of being forced into situations (especially for someone with a history of being controlled) is removed—along with any fear, realistic staying power of anger and lingering resentment—it’s an amusing enough read.

If the book had been a hundred pages shorter, I’d have liked it more. By the last hundred pages I was tired of having the same themes harped on about. It became pedantic and repetitive. I was just ready for it to be over.

In the end, I suppose if you like this sort of book, this will be a good one to pick up. If, like me, this isn’t really your jam, it’s not likely to be the one that changes your mind. It didn’t change mine.

Review:
I have to give this at least three stars for being well enough written, even if the story itself drove me batty. This is one of those contemporary romances that is all fantasy. By which I mean that the events, if they happened in real life, would be traumatizing and love would NOT be the outcome. NOT. AT. ALL. But as a fantasy, where all the trauma of being forced into situations (especially for someone with a history of being controlled) is removed—along with any fear, realistic staying power of anger and lingering resentment—it’s an amusing enough read.

If the book had been a hundred pages shorter, I’d have liked it more. By the last hundred pages I was tired of having the same themes harped on about. It became pedantic and repetitive. I was just ready for it to be over.

In the end, I suppose if you like this sort of book, this will be a good one to pick up. If, like me, this isn’t really your jam, it’s not likely to be the one that changes your mind. It didn’t change mine.