We should have devoted ourself to The Sleepwalkers all weekend, but our Detroit connections had scored and smoked through Silken Prey, the new John Sandford, and sent it to us hidden in one of the door panels of a Dodge Dart headed for a local dealer who will remain nameless, so of course The Sleepwalkers were abandoned and we mainlined the Sandford way too fast and it wasn’t enough and had to break into the ML to pull The Famous and the Dead, the latest T. Jefferson Parker, from the members’ queue, which is abuse of our position, we know, we know. But such is addiction.
Now we have a jones for the Ace Atkins that we know is in the pipeline somewhere.
Does anyone else wonder how long Parker is going to get away with this magical realism he’s been flirting with for the past three or four novels? Pushing it. He’s pushing it.