Duckworth argues that talent is not the defining indicator of success that we believe. She breaks down significant research and long running studies into digestible chunks. I, for one, don’t care to read pages of statistics. I’m not a scientist. What I want to read is what the reams of data tell us. I don’t think that makes me silly or shallow.
Devotion is the kind of book that makes you rethink your impression of nonfiction. Makos crafts his incredible story in a way that builds tension and suspension. I found myself inspired and humbled throughout every single page. The story of Tom Hudner and Jesse Brown is incredible in itself, but Makos is as good as Laura Hillenbrand (Seabiscuit, Unbroken) at writing something that seems resonant, unbelievable, and inspiring all at the same time.
This was profiling in its infancy, and as a fan of NCIS, Blue Bloods, and other cop shows, I found that to be so enjoyable. Who was this guy? Why did he do it? How can they catch him before he kills again?
I’ve read books narrated by animals before, and they veer quickly into cutesy or too sentient. Quinn somehow avoids both pitfalls. In fact, his easily distracted narrator actually adds to the story.
The Light of Paris does what all great (yes, I said “great”) books do. It puts you in the shoes of the protagonists, so that you occasionally blink and realize that you aren’t in the story.
This was a Sunday-afternoon, can’t-think-of-a-thing-I’d-rather-do-than-read-this kind of book. Now, I realize that tag implies a light, fluffy, beach book. And this wasn’t that. It was simply interesting.
This book read like the best Tom Clancy novel. I figured out how it ended partway through, and I still stayed up until 2am to finish it.