A romance/mystery by Heather Graham with no ghosts...is just not as much fun as her Krewe of Hunters novels. For some time I've been troubled by the new quirk of a large number of villains/ murderers. For the sake of surprise, modern mystery writers are just scrapping realism. However, the novel was readable and engaging.
I have now started Love, Lucy, Lucille Ball's autobiography. So far, I've read about her childhood, growing up in western New York (not far from where I grew up, though I was a generation later.) Her style is matter-of-fact and, of course, as one would imagine, quite readable.
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