Monthly Archives: December 2015

FICTION: Holes by Rob Pierce

December 29, 2015
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Everybody looks the same, ain’t no fuckin movie stars here. You want pretty? Get a mirror, ain’t nobody pretty. You ain’t got money and you look like everyone else. If you’re lucky you wind up fuckin someone just as ugly as you. Or you don’t get fucked at all. Ugly as you are. Like...

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Shark Skin Suite by Tim Dorsey — review

December 26, 2015
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From the publisher: “Bottom feeders beware: The Sunshine State’s favorite psychotic killer and lovable Floridaphile, Serge Storms, has found a new calling, legal eagle, and he’s going to make a killing as a crusading attorney – – and star as a dashing lawyer on the big screen – – in this madcap escapade ....

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Hush Hush by Laura Lippman — review

December 20, 2015
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This is Laura Lippman’s 21st novel, and the 11th in the Tess Monaghan series. Tess is a former reporter and now private investigator in her late thirties, and she is called in by her mentor and close friend, attorney Tyner Gray, to assess the security needs of one of his clients, Melisandre Harris Dawes,...

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FICTION: Lamb Selfie by Preston Lang

December 15, 2015
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“He’s not a cop. I saw him do cocaine off a baby,” Bruce said. “So what?” Himani said, opening her eyes so she could look at Bruce like he was stupid. “Police can’t break the law — not like that.” “Of course they can. Undercover cop can do anything: shoot up, freebase, steal a...

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Ghost in the Wind by E.J. Copperman — review

December 13, 2015
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Alison Kerby returns in the 7th and newest in the Haunted Guesthouse Mystery series by E.J. Copperman. Alison Kerby, a single mother in her late thirties, runs a guesthouse in her childhood hometown of Harbor Haven, on the Jersey Shore [which she describes as ‘a charming but somewhat rickety Victorian’ into which she has...

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FICTION: Bodies Revealed by Thomas Canfield

December 7, 2015
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The brochure referred to the various pieces as ‘exhibits’. It was an odd choice of words and one which Strickland found disturbing. On some fundamental level it was off. It was hollow and impersonal, manifested a disconnect between object and name which was stark and unsettling. These were, after all, human beings. That they...

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