Thank God for books
I’m sitting in the family room, laptop on lap, waiting for the lights to go out – literally. For some unknown reason, SDG&E cannot keep electricity flowing to our house. Today’s excuse was they have to update the lines, or something. I’ve lived in all four corners of this lovely country and have NEVER had problems with the electric company like I do here! So, if I lose this message, my temper or my mind, blame in on SDG&E.
I finished the latest Linda Fairstein novel, “Killer Heat” today and it was good. Not fabulous, but okay. She has a penchant for educating her readers about the history of different parts of New York, but a little goes a long way. I tend to start skipping the long boring author intrusion parts until something interesting comes along. You know what Alfred Hitchcock said, “Good fiction is like life with all the boring parts taken out.” I’m afraid Linda left a few too many in there as it was getting draggy toward the end. Well, she did throw in weather. Yeah, that’s what some famous writer said (a little help here?) – when you run out of plot ideas, throw in some weather. I always enjoyed Fairstein’s novels because she was a sex crimes prosecutor in NYC for 25 years, and brings authenticity to her writing. I love Edna Buchanan for the same reason – she was a crime reporter for the Miami Herald for years and knows what’s she’s writing about. She’s supposed to have a new book out too, and I’m anxious to read it. It you haven’t read her non-fiction book, “The Corpse Had a Familiar Face,” try to pick up a copy. Fascinating.
Well, the lights are still on, so I’d best stop while I’m ahead. Till next time….
