Last night crime fiction’s glitterati came out in force for the 2013 Edgar Awards. I don’t usually give a hoot about awards of any sort, but this time, there was one book in the running that I was really pulling for. Which is not to say I didn’t care at all...
Most of the time, I’m pretty certain I was born in the wrong decade. Not that there was anything wrong with the 1970s, but in many ways I feel much more connected to the 1950s. All the Heywood-Wakefieldfurniture in our house, for example, as well as the house...
Watching the inauguration yesterday was inspiring. I was looking forward to President Obama’s speech, but I was unprepared for how deeply affected I was by some of the other parts of the program, including Myrlie Evers-Williams’ invocationand Richard Blanco’s poem,...
Portions of this post are subject to my disclosure notes, which you can find here. I’ve seen quite a few “Best of” lists the past few weeks, and regardless of their length, I seem to have read only about 3 books on each. Yet 2012 was one of the most satisfying...
If you’re reading this post on Friday morning, I’m either winging my way to or already happily ensconced at Bouchercon in Cleveland, where authors, readers, librarians, publishers, and all who support bringing great stories to readers gather to celebrate books. That...
I’m not normally a big reader of fantasy, urban or otherwise. I don’t have anything against it, but there are already more books on this earth than I’ll be able to read in my lifetime, so I have to choose. Sometimes, though, I make exceptions. DEAD HARVEST is one, and...
