Millie is a happy widow who is a member of the Red Hat Club. She has just dyed her hair cinnamon. She wants to travel and step down from her job as 'domestic goddess', but she has two sons whoThe Red Hat Society's Domestic Goddess by Regina Hale Sutherland read by Cynthia Darlow

Another Wall Street soap opera about bourgeois boomie pretty boys in big trouble. Yes, we've got a situation here, as the Denver cops would say. Time to grab a big blonde with an MBA, rent a car, empty your bank account, and run.The Takeover by Stephen Frey read by Paul Hecht

Jim Thompson's The Killer Inside Me hard boils the story from the start: London as the small bad city with its own 87th precinct: Brant, who cuts a bit off the top of every drug bust, makes himselfCalibre by Ken Bruen read by Gerard Doyle

Jake is the kind of guy that tells his girlfriend to stop using some pheromonal perfume by Clinique because it "messes with his head". But apart from perfume, he is singularly unfussed. He is streetwise, he is attentive, andPower Play by Joseph Finder read by Dennis Boutsikaris

Some Hard-Boiled Characters of 20th C (by the Members of Rara-Avis, compliled by Joe Dante and Mark Blumenthal, 2002) (numerical order does not denote value) Philip Marlowe (from the series by Raymond Chandler) Sam Spade (from the novel, The MalteseHard Boiled

According to Cheney and the gang, some torturers are more equal than others. This is the story of how one American becomes unequal. How an average guy, born of poor fishing folks of poor Maine stock, becomes a torturer. How aThe Prisoner of Guantanamo by Dan Fesperman::David Colacci

Fri Jul 30, 2004 The Last Juror. Written by John Grisham 2004/04/13 @ 00:23:44 [ no comment - Edit - Delete ] The Last Juror by John Grisham by audio qua audio (audio qua audio), in Now hearing Miss Callie is Clinton's firstArchives: July 2004

"Karp leaned back in his chair, swivelled to face the window, chewed on a pencil. Murrow, seeing this, left quietly, closing the door behind him. He knew these were the signs that Karp was entering Karpland . . ." asAbsolute Rage by Robert Tanenbaum::Nick Sullivan

Alone. Another Abridged Morality Play by Lisa Gardner Sometimes one wonders whether books get written by stringing together the top keywords in Google. Sex-cops-beautiful wife-abused child-murder-guns-rich family-domestic violence-sharpshooter-alcoholic father-politics-doctors-baseball. (Never forget baseball.) Calculate the page rank, and you get: Good copAlone. Another Abridged Morality Play by Lisa Gardner

The book offers us not one but a series of possible enemies, possible stories, possible plugs for the black hole in intelligence that lies beyond September 11, 2001. Put on ten pounds, dirty sneakers, and a baseball cap, bombTHE ENEMY WITHIN by LARRY BOND and PATRICK read by MICHAEL RUSSOTTO

A Bruegellian world of busy little people working very hard and magical children repeating absolutely useless gestures: marvellous Maeve Binchy. Eddie's dressmaker mother is surrounded by patterns and perpetually draped in some nearly finished garment as she sews and listensThe Copper Beech by Maeve Binchy read by Barbara Caruso

Imagine three divorced fairy godmothers wearing red hats feeding you yellow cake, laying out your new life, and getting you ready for the charity ball by teaching you how to play bridge. There you have it. The almost penniless newlyRed Hat Society's Queens of Woodlawn Avenue by Regina Hale Sutherland read by Staci Snell

There is more than one mystery here. First, how does one make sense of the handful of quotes from Plato's Republic which are scattered about this book like annoying commercials for a new Greek candidate? Especially when there isThe Fifth Vial read by Michael Palmer read by J. Charles

Before Patricia Cornwell, before CSI, did anybody read dead bodies or examine them for traces of their killer? Yes, as it happens. Where there are bodies, there are secrets and where there are secrets, there are readers. Gaudinus theThe Mistress of the Art of the Dead by Ariana Franklin read by Roslyn Landor

If you walk into a bar and hear a bunch of guys wondering about why angels have to sit on clouds "as if they don't got chairs in heaven," you're probably in a Dortmunder novel. If the guys are hunchedMetaphors as Politics: Donald Westlake: Watch Your Back!