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Warped, lusty, utterly female voice of this slut-goddess kicks you in the groin, cuffs you to the radiator, and feeds you sex and ham sandwiches. “You belong to me, D-o-l-l” she says to Steve Carella. And you do. Or want to. As does Steve Carella, detective and good guy of the 87th precinct as this pungent and powerful, crook, girlfriend of crook, tortures him, addicts him to heroine and milks him for information. Incredible unequalled performance by a girl.

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A pleasant lyrical description of the minute details of English country life presents the full world of a small town's folk, in all their deep old habits, their social quirks and irritabilities, and their precious sense of the finite order of inherited obligations. Mrs Willett can tackle a hundred jobs withoutA Storm at Fairacre, Village Diary, Changes at Fairacre by Miss Read read by Gwen Watford

A book for a long inside day waiting for a hurricane or a war.... about a man wired by a dream not necessarily of being a cop but of being the good guy in the uniform, a hacker-ette, and a dog..... and about dainty compassionate dinner hour executions by Roy, your average, everyday,Rivers of the Heart by Dean Koontz read by

"Your cigar fell down. You told me how good it was and how all the women liked your big cigar. We hardly started smoking and your cigar fell down." It is Havana radio. The whores are called hinateras, jockeys, to describe the way a girl might ride a pig.Havana Bay by Martin Cruz Smith read by Frank Muller

Not since James Bond have we witnessed such a "spectacular mesomorph, built of nothing except large quantities of bone, sinew and muscle." Indeed, his body introduces him: ...with his shirt off most people saw only his scars. He had a dozen minor nicks and cuts plus a dimpled 38 bullet holeLee Child's Jack Reacher in Nothing to Lose read by Dick Hill

Gwenda gets off the boat at Plymouth, hires a car, looks for village to live in. And finds one: a perfectly charming cottage with aga, a kitchen garden and flowered wallpaper. Gwenda moves in with her rosewood, her mahogany, her papermache, her chintz and all the fabrics ofSleeping Murder by Agatha Christie read by Rosemary Leach

Gruff, base, raspy, cutting: a voice with a fist wrapped around it. That sandpaper thing, that tough, tight, testosterone thing. That private dick thing, Slovak style. Ex-cop ex-husband Milan Jacovich spits out violently funny running commentary on the seraglio of rich snobbish dames, old time bosses and stubborn Slovenes that populateThe Cleveland Local by Les Roberts::Les Roberts

This short sharp tale of a dominant woman D.A. who loves political office far too well adds new personae to the genealogy of Cornwell's anger. Monique Lamonte, a moneyed, manipulative, Harvardy alpha female; Winn, her cop investigator pretty boy with a tarot-reading grandmother and a taste for Hugo Boss andAt Risk by Patricia Cornwell read by Kate Reading

Ed McBain's DOLL (Pouty D, drag the O, tongue heavy on the L.) is bedtime reading. The warped, lusty, utterly female voice of this slut-goddess kicks you in the groin, cuffs you to the radiator, and feeds you sex and ham sandwiches. You, or rather Steve Carella, who rarely gets tangled up withDOLL by Ed McBain read by

Chris Faulkener has a new job and a new friend, and comes home to a beautiful mechanic named Carla, who is his wife. He doesn't believe in violence, but he works for a conflict investment firm, which studies, tracks and finances the small wars of the world.Market Forces by Richard K. Morgan read by Simon Vance

War stories are love stories. Boys unsaved, unburied, unremembered. Violent, emotional, harrowing stories, told and retold and told again, afterwards, of boys too young, too dead, too Vietnam.The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien

Utterly charming, surprising, and fascinating story about ... not only the NOT Pink but Raspberry Suit worn by Jackie Kennedy but about dressmaking in Paris and New York in 1960, the fabrics, the materials, the chalk, the little Irish seamstresses. the acid smelling old women who ran the sewing shop that knocked off the Chanels,The Pink Suit by Nicole Mary Kelby read by Gabrielle de Cuir

When a lawyer and a cop reconstruct the life of a pretty, jolly slut they recover hundreds of small, dishonourable wrongs, shameful and unpretty. Sandra Nichols loved to fuck, and she liked men, and she married them. And then she left them, and started again. Her children are a sad disarraySandra Nichols Found Dead by George Higgins::George Guidall

Gamash celebrates his marriage at a bed and breakfast with beds so high you need a little step stool to climb into them and bumps into a family murder. The Cruelest Month by Louise Penny read by Ralph Cosham

Yes it is well written. Yes, it reels you in and captivates you, and the dialogue is peppy enough to make you grin. But. All Hemingway needed to write was: Who was she? for Bacall to deliver the message that Bogie was being a dick, and she wasn't having any,Not Hemingway. Sea Glass Sunrise by Donna Kauffman read by Amanda Ronconi

Publisher: Chivers North America,Pub Date: p2000.The Pushcart War between elevator operators and rich prick fathers with beautiful daughters. CRAZY FOR CORNELIA by Gilson, Chris.

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