As followers of my Twitter know, I’ve been reading and tweeting about the Elvis Cole novels (plus others by Robert Crais) for some time now. I used to blow threw them, devouring and spitting out my opinions on the nitty-gritty details and the context and tone of scenes almost as fast as I could post. Lately, things have slowed down. Much of that is the demands of life — I work a non-clinical support job for the primary care side of a large medical group, and you might have heard that things are a bit busy in the healthcare field right now. I also feel as though partway through The Last Detective I happened to bite into something massive, and I’ve been taking my time to closely read and then digest what’s in front of me, because it’s an idea much larger than any I’ve tried to share before and I want to make sure I still do it right. So, it’s been a few months since I made any meaningful content, but I return to you with this: a stupid number of words in a for-fun essay analyzing wh...
I'm a hobby reader and a student of the crime fiction genre. On Twitter @crais_reader