Anyways, even without knowing much about his work, I found it interesting listening to Stories I Only Tell My Friends. It was like stepping into the world of Hollywood actors and actresses for a few hours, listening in on their reminiscences from auditions, work, and random encounters. Most of the time, it was just interesting reading about things that went on behind the scenes, but from time to time, it was also amusing or poignant.
Despite the fact that Muhammad is such an important historical person, there’s an awful lot of reluctance to write about him in less serious ways in order to make his life story more accessible to the masses. One of the most important reasons why I picked up Mother of the Believers was because it looked like a rather interesting take on the life of the Prophet and those around him, particularly the intriguing and often misunderstood figure of Aisha, his youngest wife.
This book? I cannot even express to you how beautiful and haunting it is.
This book fascinated and horrified me in pretty well equal measure.
This may not have been my favourite of the Dexter novels, but it was fairly high up there. I think I listened to the entire book in the span of a few days. It was a little less predictable than I had been expecting, and I kept wanting to know what would come next.