I'd Always Wanted To Write Books Ever

And In The Meantime Don't Jump To Conclusions.

Mickey Cray Had Been Out Of Work Ever Since A Dead Iguana Fell From A Palm Tree And Hit Him On The Head.

That's What People Do When They Find A Special Place That Wild And Full Of Life, They Trample It To Death.

Bangkok 8 Is One Of The Most Startling And Provocative Mysteries That I've Read In Years. The Characters Are Marvelously Unique, The Setting Is Intoxicating And The Plot Unwinds In Dark Illusory Strands, Reminiscent Of Gorky Park. Once I Started, I Didn't Want To Put It Down.

I Think In The Old Days, The Nexus Of Weirdness Ran Through Southern California, And To A Degree New York City. I Think It's Changed So That Every Bizarre Story In The Country Now Has A Florida Connection. I Don't Know Why, Except It Must Be Some Inversion Of Magnetic Poles Or Something.