Thursday, March 4, 2010
A post here and there, but even those have been uninspired.
I am reading Bangkok Haunts because the hardcore, bullet-like prose appeals to me right now. Anything real I can grab on to. It has to be harsh to penetrate my brain these days.
At night I long for the cruel drama of Criminal Minds and CSI. No more patriotism and international cooperation for me. Give me murderdeathkill.
From the ethereal prose of Tana French to the in-your-face words of John Burdett, from the joy and hope of the Olympics to the street-level dirt of crime dramas...life has drained me.
Posted by Michele Emrath at 6:23 AM