This is a quippy-clever thrillerish crime novel from an author who seems to make quippy-clever thrillerish crime novels almost as a matter of course. The main character is suitably troubled and complex, but mostly decent--or at least not unrepentantly evil--and the authorial voice is appropriately light and brisk. Reminds me of some of the stuff Evan Hunter/Ed McBain wrote when he was feeling witty. There is approximately no way one could reasonably take the novel as a serious proposal for a sequence of events that could plausibly happen in consensus reality, but that's not entirely a bad thing.
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The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Somehow managed to miss this so far, figured I'd read it while it was in the house. It's mostly a picaresque of sorts, there isn...

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A neat little Horror novel (big shock on the genre, there, I'm sure) that plays some interesting games with PTSD and identity, with ma...
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