Finished and On to the Next Fave

 So, it turns out that I have read it (see here). The further and further I got into the book the more I knew what was about to happen. By the end, I knew for sure. It could have been one I read in the summers in Chappell Hill working at the bed and breakfast with my grandfather, or it could have been while I was in Belgium, or even while I was in the Army. I would like to think that it was in Chappell Hill that I read it. If so, I probably read it while swinging in the backyard hammock, between work, reading it from an old, dog-eared, used copy that my grandfather had bought me at the used book store where we would swap out our books for new ones. 

Now that I’ve finished a Dick Francis novels, it’s onto my next fave . . . Lawrence Sanders. I remember I first fell in love with Lawrence Sanders’ writing back in college. I read all of the McNally series. Then, about 15 years ago, I realized there were all these wonderful Sanders’ novels from early 1980’s New York that were gritty, a little bloody, and far more enjoyable to read. Maybe not as light-hearted and fun, but definitely more enjoyable.

I’ve gone back to McNally if only because the NYC ones I’ve read (or re-read) more recently. I don’t have to go read it, truth is I can feel this new story itching to get out and be written, but why not go enjoy a McNally or Sullivan’s Sting first?