Several weeks ago, I read--correction: I tore through--Duane Swierczynski's novel, The Wheelman. Holy crap it was a strict adrenaline mainline. Crosses, double-crosses, cross-outs, and cross-your-hearts-and-hope-NOT-to-die's on every page. Not only do you get a story at break-neck speed, you get an education about Philly, about crime, and about anatomy and physiology, albeit not too sterile. Way to go, Duane. Please tell us it'll be a movie soon. I'll be adding his newest read, The Blonde, to my stack.
*Gaw, how many times has a reviewer written that headline for a high-body-count crime novel? Sorry, Duane.
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You had time to read?? You're not allowed to have time to read! Get back to work! *crack*
Oh, forget it. Laura Lippman is too good for me to put down, for that matter, so here's to slacking! *clink*
lolz. Christa, not EVERYONE is nursing, cooking, running the household, raising two kids, working from home, job-hunting, putting their house on the market, and looking at new places to live. Sheesh!
Keep reading that Lippman, girl.
*smack* (w/lips, not hand, btw)
Thanks, Mary Louisa! (And remember, like Jell-O, there's always room for reading.)
Happy to give a shout out, Duane. Keep up the good writing!
Mmmmmm. Jell-O.
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