With this, I think I'm caught up on this series--alas, David Gordon is a hard author to track, there's at least one other author with the same name. It's the only series I'm bothering with, and I might look into acquiring copies for myself. This is another over-the-top caper novel of sorts, with both real romance (mostly back-burnered) and some glorious carnage, leavened with witty-quippy banter and laugh-out-loud passages, all written by someone who can write beautiful pages about a pigeon-keeper tending to his birds. Yes, seriously.
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Episode Thirteen by Craig DiLouie
This is labeled as an epistolary novel, but that's not entirely right. There are entries that could not possibly have been written, fr...
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I read this book like thirty years ago (ack!) when I was in college, and I remembered liking it, and when my wife picked it as a classic-i...
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The cover text calls this something like "one of the most important novels" blah blah blah. It's not a novel, it's a disc...
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Not a novel, which ... well ... some of the events described in the book would stretch credulity in fiction. It's a book about the lie...
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