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Overview: Wake up, genius. So announces deranged fan Morris Bellamy to iconic author John Rothstein, who once created the famous …
In the frigid pre-dawn hours, in a distressed Midwestern city, hundreds of desperate unemployed folks are lined up for a …
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NO MORE THAN A DARK PENCIL LINE ON A BLANK PAGE. A HORIZON LINE, MAYBE, BUT …
A #1 New York Times bestseller and the eagerly anticipated sequel to the Pulitzer Prize–winning Angela’s Ashes, this masterpiece from …
Gerald and Jessie Burlingame have gone to their summer home on a warm weekday in October for a romantic interlude. …
In the middle of the night, in a house on a quiet street in suburban Minneapolis, intruders silently murder Luke …
Perched at the tip of Europe, gazing across to the shores of Asia, Istanbul remains as much a city of …
A young woman discovers a strange portal in her uncle’s house, leading to madness and terror in this gripping new …
Working at the local processing plant, Marcos is in the business of slaughtering humans —though …
There’s not much to be said that other reviewers haven’t. Aside from the usual comparisons to the noble savage and the duality of man, this is like Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle” taken to extremes.
There’s not much to be said that other reviewers haven’t. Aside from the usual comparisons to the noble savage and the duality of man, this is like Upton Sinclair’s “The Jungle” taken to extremes.
Live and Let Die is the second novel in Ian Fleming's James Bond series of …
This one did not age well. Not at all, but without the timelessness of “Huckleberry Finn.” Just try and remember that this was written by a cisgender hetero white guy in 1954 who I’m pretty sure never visited Harlem.
Regardless, it’s a rushed spy novel. You know James Bond already. You’re thrust into a fast-paced story. Don’t expect a deep story. The sentence structure is not at all varied. But, it’s a fun little adventure, despite being a product of its time.
This one did not age well. Not at all, but without the timelessness of “Huckleberry Finn.” Just try and remember that this was written by a cisgender hetero white guy in 1954 who I’m pretty sure never visited Harlem.
Regardless, it’s a rushed spy novel. You know James Bond already. You’re thrust into a fast-paced story. Don’t expect a deep story. The sentence structure is not at all varied. But, it’s a fun little adventure, despite being a product of its time.
Nat’s What I Reckon was the tattooed lockdown saviour we didn’t know we needed, rescuing us from packet food, jar …
