Of the six I’ve read, this is the best of the Tess Monaghan novels, which is especially nice since I really didn’t like the previous two–one because I didn’t think it was very good, and one because it felt off-brand. This is one is also pretty goofy in a lot of ways, almost to the point of absurdity, but she keeps it in check. I think the reason why I liked this one so much is that we’re inching closer and closer to the time […]
One dwells in lonely places. The fever called living.
In A Strange City by Laura Lippman





