Clea Simon
“I wanted to explore the real nature of guilt and innocence, and why it isn’t easy for society to forgive.”
As in her previous thrillers, Donna Raybourn’s dry wit serves double duty: defining our erudite heroine and presenting her view of a world that does not know what to make of her.
Melinda Taub’s thoroughly enjoyable new novel joins other notable pastiches of Jane Austen’s classic story.
When “The Secret Hours” flares up – notably on two separate, devastating occasions – the story delivers more emotional heft than Mick Herron’s previous books.
For all the sensual lushness of Melissa Broder’s writing, that hard center remains, one where appetite invites awareness, bringing with it pain as well as satiety.
Penny, whose many moods are sensitively drawn in this softly colored volume, is, perhaps like all cats, a philosopher.
At 70, Marcia Ball is a non-stop pro, particularly at pacing. Early barn burners gave way to the slow blues of “Just Kiss Me.”
By taking the stage with 15 musicians, none of whom is female, the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra presents the music as segregated and outdated.
While The Bone Clocks is compulsively readable, there are too many parts of this book that can only be called lazy.
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