I'm a little behind in my 52 books post. Recently, I read
Memphis Ribs by Gerald Duff. Eh. I did finish it, but it wasn't as authentic as I had hoped. The whole book felt strained. It was a mystery, and the ending was so convoluted that I couldn't be sure who committed the murder or why. I didn't even have the desire to re-read to find out. It was mainly useful for keeping my mind off the real world for awhile.
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