I am reading Broken, the autobiography of William Cope Moyers, a drug addict. It begins very slowly and seems like a second-hand account, setting the scene with a lovely childhood. But it gets interesting once he begins talking about his addiction. I haven’t finished the book yet. Oddly enough, I heard a dj on a [...]
April in Paris was tragic.
I’ve been sucked into historical fiction again. I read, The Foreign Correspondent by Alan Furst a few weeks ago. It was great until the very end, when it just fizzled and had no closure. After that I read, The Moonlit Cage, can’t remember the author. It was fascinating, but like a Lifetime television movie, circa [...]
