I’m a moody bastard (when it comes to reading)

So before Christmas, I started on this book, The Black House by Peter May. Started off well, I was into it. Then I hit this rather exhaustive autopsy scene in the book that was chock full of well-researched detail. Maybe if I had hit this at another time than around the Holiday – when my attentions were very divided to begin with – I could have...

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