Books I Love
I love anything by Raymond Chandler or Alan Furst. Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, East of Eden, Child 44, The Alienist, The Man Who Was Thursday, Mickey Spillane is fun, The Captive Mind, most Greek Tragedies, The Name of the Rose, any Uncle Oswald story, Peter Mayle beach reading, Shantaram, London Boulevard, and too many mysteries and thrillers to name.
I do love to review books, but I don’t write or post reviews of books I don’t like. Life is too short. I don’t even finish books I don’t like most of the time. I also figure that if you’re here on Cold, you’re looking for stories that will potentially absorb, unsettle, and hopefully move you in some way. All of the books I’ll be posting in Books I Love will have done that for me in one way or another. They will – at least the overwhelming majority of them – be mysteries or thrillers, too. This is Cold, after all, and not the kind of place you’re going to come to for mushy romances or navel-gazing existential novels of ideas for that matter. People die here. People are betrayed here. People love here – sometimes passionately. But most of those people are going to be solving crimes, or participating in some form of espionage.