Sunday, November 17, 2019

Book Excerpt for the Day


    “If I tell you this,” I said quietly, “it could be bad for you.”

    “Bad how?”

    “It could force you to keep secrets that people would kill you for knowing.  It could change the way you think and feel.  It could really screw up your life.”

    “Screw up my life?”  He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan, “I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow.”  He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said, “Do your worst.”


    (from Dead Beat by Jim Butcher)

    9*/10.  The complete review is here.
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