The Man Who Loved Books Too Much by Allison Hoover Bartlett, not yet reviewed. The short version: The Man Who Loved Books Too Much is true crime set in the obsessive world of rare book collecting. A juicy tale, well-told, and it makes the book lover's jaw drop in awe and envy.
Think of a Number by John Verdon, reviewed here. The short version: a serial killer who loves puzzles and is too clever for anybody's good forces retired homicide detective-turned-artist David Gurney back in to the game. Tight plot, marred by a somewhat rambling narrative; I look forward to see Verdon's inevitable improvement with his second book.
The Insider by Reece Hirsch, a fast-paced legal thriller, written by an attorney, in which a basically good man is dragged--via an offer he can't refuse--into a frightening world of insider trading and organized crime. So far, an excellent first novel.
Valley of Bones by Michael Gruber, the follow up to Tropic of Night, once again set in Miami and featuring Cuban American detective Jimmy Paz.
The Salvation Army book section is going to be the end of me. Because of it--and, oh yes, because of my own mania--if I don't sell some books soon, I am going to be one of those poor people on Hoarders: Buried Alive whose few remaining loved ones force an intervention in which all of my beloved possessions are pitched into an oversized dumpster. Total haul (on two separate trips): forty-five books for thirteen dollars Obviously, too many to enumerate each one here...so how about just my favorites?
First editions of Noah Gordon's first two titles, both in very good condition (particularly The Death Committee, which looks as crisp as if it came off the front table at Borders today).
A thriller by Richard Condon, author of The Manchurian Candidate, this one a fictionalized novel of the JFK assassination.
The first (and only, as far as I know) novel by Kevin Starr, great California historian and, for ten years, California State Librarian. I absolutely adore the lurid Rich Man, Poor Man-esque cover.
And this nifty little book which, although the dust jacket is missing and there is quite a bit of pencil scribbling on the endpapers, is a really neat one. It's a first edition--1956-- of Forbidden Area by Pat Frank, the author of the far more famous Alas, Babylon.
Yes, it was a very good week for books.