There are--or at least have been--days I would have finished this thing as some sort of self-flagellation or something but this is not one of those days; after reading 158 of 338 pages and getting no pleasure therefrom, I stopped.
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A Dance at the Slaughterhouse by Lawrence Block
A somewhat different take on combining "funny" and "crime." Probably more successful than the Hiaasen I read last nigh...
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So, this was a book that I almost stopped reading a couple-three times. It's not *bad*, exactly, but it's a weird dissonant tonal ...
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It's Scalzi being Scalzi. His books are immensely readable--witty and quippy and sparkling and poppy--and this is him, at his Scalzies...
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I dunno. On the one hand there are some interesting ideas in this novel, and Cantero's prose sparkles with wit and joy. On the other h...

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