Okay, now that we know the readers are here, who's gotten to

[lagilman]

James Lee Burke? Because I've been rolling a question around in my head about Last Car to Elysian Fields and I want to see if anyone else wondered it, too...

namely, if maybe Burke wasn't having way too damn much fun with Max Coll, almost to the expense (but not quite) of his regulars.

And some other things, too. But that was the thought that followed me around for a week or so after I finished reading.


(y'know, on a related but offshoot thought, I really want Ellen Degeneres to start up a book club. She'd be the anti-Oprah. "All genre, all the time!" We thought Rosie might do it, but it was too close, too obviously an anti-Oprah move then, I guess. But Ellen would have fun with it, no?)


(and be warned, I'm currently reading chick-lit [for work-related reasons]. I don't think I'll want to discuss it here, but ya never know with me...)

Comments

[neadods.livejournal.com]

Cute and yet horrifying

That sums up Nanny Diaries in about three words.

I agree that most of the genre is... well, no, not fetchingly annoying, because that suggests that "fetching" is an attribute commonly found. And unfortunately in a lot of chick lit and chick flicks, I'm not crossing my fingers in hope that the heroine gets the hero, I'm sitting on my hands to keep from beating the bitch to death with a baseball bat.

But then, every now and then, there is that one glorious gem...