What I read, when I read it. What I'm thinking of reading.
11 May 2015
Bleeding Hearts, by Ian Rankin
This is not an Inspector Rebus novel. It is, instead, a novel told partly in first person by a hired assassin, and partly in third person about the private detective who pursues him from England to America.
After a few Rebuses, I was disappointed to find myself noticing some cardboard-cutout characters, and not-so-great writing.
I did read the whole thing. It was well-plotted, even including a religious cult, and a fictional account of a real-time financial error made in the time of Manuel Noriega and the Iran-Contra scandal.