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What are you going to read next? What made you want to read it?
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The Merry Adventures of Robin Hood by Howard Pyle;
Consider Phlebas by Iain M. Banks; and
Sharpe's Havoc by Bernard Cornwell..."
Three books at once? I can't do that. My mind needs to be organized, and three books at once would mess up my comfortable sense of organization.

Jenni speaks so highly of Banks here and elsewhere that she's made me really want to try him. I just wish I could find a giveaway of one of his books someplace online.

I'm anxious to finish the book I'm reading now (Never Go Back). I'm not a fan of this type of thriller. It's too impossible and silly.




And when I finish these, Ratking by Michael Dibdin, a terribly under-appreciated mystery writer, is waiting.
So many books, so little time. I'm praying for rain.

I'm looking forward to a mystery, Ratking by Michael Dibdin. This is thanks to the Goodreads thread about under-appreciated writers and books. I realized that I had missed this one.

Just watched most recent episode on TV of the series whichw as a rough take on the Apprentice and reintroduced Hoyt tot the audience even though he had been killed.
Going to be reading Aftershock by Andrew Vachs. Loved the Burke PI Series.

Loved Burke, also. Surprised to see someone else appreciating that series. I'd about given up on finding anybody who agreed with me. Will have to look into Aftershock: A Thriller by Andrew Vachss.
But, my next book will be Live by Night by Dennis Lehane. Another author that I like a lot. Read the prequel, The Given Day and loved it. Had to read it's successor. Of course, now I see that there will be a #3 in the series, World Gone By. But, it won't be out until August.
Ron wrote: "Ronhummer wrote: "Going to be reading Aftershock by Andrew Vachs. Loved the Burke PI Series."
Loved Burke, also. Surprised to see someone else appreciating that series. I'd about given up on fi..."
I loved the Burke series also but I lost my place in where I was. Have to get back into it at some point.
Loved Burke, also. Surprised to see someone else appreciating that series. I'd about given up on fi..."
I loved the Burke series also but I lost my place in where I was. Have to get back into it at some point.

One of my absolute favorite books ever! Everyone in this group should read this book.


I read the one he wrote on Lincoln and because I enjoy and read history books I was aware of most of what was written. I thought the book great for anyone who did not know much of the Lincoln assassination history.
I started the Jesus book and have to say I am quite pleased. Almost finished with it to be honest. It is not about religion but about the life of the man Jesus. Roman history is thrown in and more. Excellent so far and I am half through.
I was on waiting list forever at the library.


Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter by Tom Franklin.
It is a monthly selection and it sounds like a book that I'd like. An atmospheric drama set in 1970's Mississippi. Has elements, apparently, of To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. Elements that I find I like in books.

It seems kind of sexy and modern.
It's less than 300 pages.
I got it for free, through the First Reads program. So it would be fair of me to read it and review it in a timely fashion.



I'm a Mormon, currently inactive, and the set-up sounds really interesting.
Here's the NY Times take on it: http://www.nytimes.com/2014/12/23/art...
NPR interviewed the author last weekend: http://www.npr.org/2014/12/27/3729117...

Fifty Mice: A Novel






Hannah sat up. “What the fuck is that?”
“Get dressed. Quick.”
Downstairs there were shouts. I pulled on the sweatpants while there was a third crash. There was a splintering sound as the front door gave way. I put my shoes on without socks and grabbed my shirt. “Is there a back stairway?” The dogs were going nuts.
She was pulling on her sweatshirt. “Yes. From the second floor down.” There were two gunshots in quick succession and the dogs stopped barking. “This is your fault, you motherfucker.”
There were scattered shouts and more gunfire. “Come on.” I said, “Get your shoes on.” How did they find me?
She found one and put it on. “I can’t find the other one.”
I grabbed up the blankets and threw them to the other side of the room. “Here it is.” I gave it to her and buttoned my coat. She got it on, and as she stood I took her hand and pulled her into the hall and down the stairs.
There was a lot of noise on downstairs. I could smell smoke. Someone must have knocked over the heater. We headed to the rear of the house. She went to a door that opened onto a narrow flight of stairs. Smoke drifted up into the hallway partly obscuring the kitchen door. There was another gunshot. I grabbed her face and made her look at me, and put a finger to my lips. She was frightened but nodded.
I held her hand and led the way down. We were halfway down when someone ran into the kitchen and made it to the door. He was barely visible through the smoke. Just as the guy got the lock undone there was a shot. He turned and fell, and I saw that it was Charlie. He hit the floor and didn’t move. Footsteps moved into the kitchen.
I turned and pushed Hannah back up the stairs. It was hard to breathe. As we gained the second floor hallway someone fired a shot up the stairs at us. The round missed and splintered the railing. I slammed the door behind us. Two more shots made holes in the door panels.
We made for the third floor. She pulled against me. “What are you doing? We have to get out.”
“Shut up. I know what I’m doing.” We got up the stairs through the smoke to the third floor on our hands and knees and into her room again. “Close the door behind us. Stay low.” I made my way to the window and tried to open it; it was stuck. I strained. It wouldn’t budge.
I crawled around the room and felt a blanket, wadded it around my hand and punched out the glass. “Come on.” I crawled out onto the mansard gutter. It was about eighteen inches wide, full of drifted snow. Kneeling, I called to her. “Come on, Hannah.”
“I can’t. I’m too afraid.”
“Come on, this is nothing.”
She made it to the window and reached for me. Snot ran out of her nose and she was crying. “Come on, climb out.”
She stuck her head out and opened her eyes. “Oh, fuck. I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” She didn’t move. “If you don’t you’re gonna die.”
She wailed and started out the window. I said, “That’s it. Come on. Good.” She made it all the way outside. “Now stand up and follow me. I’ll hold your hand. You’ll be fine.”
The alley brightened below us. There were flames reflected in the windows of the next house. Two bodies lay below in the mouth of the alley, one moving, one not. Hannah slowly stood and moved with me toward the rear of the house. I felt my way, inching my lead foot forward through the accumulated snow, my free hand on the slate mansard. I came to the back room’s side dormer window set proud of the mansard face. “Let go for a minute. I’ll get around this window and help you around it.”
“Don’t let go of me, please.”
“I have to. Kneel down for a second. It’ll be all right.” She let go and I reached to the far side of the dormer frame. Clutching it, I made my way past. Inside the room it was black, a swath of orange showing low. From the far side I reached to her and said, “Come on, grab my hand.”
“Oh, my god. Here.” She reached out and clutched me and made her way to her feet. The room brightened.
“Don’t wait, Hannah. Come across now.”
She was in front of the dormer when the glass fractured from the heat and thick brown smoke gushed out, enveloping her. She lost her balance and fell, screaming, landing in the alley with an unseen thump. She was quiet. I stared for a moment and then heard two more shots.
(Here's another good part :-D)
"...and i'll go back to work."
Jack said, "You're never getting another job. With us or anybody else. I lied to you about that. I wanted you out of the building."
Tracey said, "Bobby, you're wanted by the police. They say you've killed people tonight."
"It's all a mistake. I never did those things. The men that were after me did all that stuff but it's ok, I can get it all straightened out." I looked at Jack. "You're the one that's gonna pay. When you took that money you ruined my life."
Tracey said, "Bobby, you're so stupid." She shook her head. "He didn't take the money. I did."
I looked at her. She said, "I lost my first client's money. I was brand new. I couldn't tell Mr. Soames. My father got me that job. He'd be mortified that I made that kind of mistake my first week. After you helped me that first morning I went back to your cubicle at lunchtime and transferred the money." "But, why?"
"A person like you just can't understand the pressure somebody like me is under. My father is an important man. He's an old, close friend of Mr. Soames. You don't have to deal with anything like that. Your're a nobody."
Jack said, "We did figure it out after a while, Soames and I."
Tracey nodded. "Mr. Soames said that he wasn't happy with what i'd done, but there was no point in making an issue of it. It was a learning experience and we'd all move on."
I couldn't talk. I did the only thing I could: I took out Lon's pistol and fired twice.












Heard a lot of good things about this book and am looking forward to it.



Have had it on hold at my library for months. Reviews were good and it sounded like an interesting story.










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