In which I wax nostalgic about being a bookseller and about the Women’s Murder Club series. And how I bemoan McPatterson’s habit as of late for clapping shitty cliffhangers on the ends of his long running series. We’re gonna read the books, you fucking crackdealer. Just give me my rock. At least this cliffhanger opens up the WMC for some fresh new drama.
CBR #26 – It Don’t Count As A Cliffhanger If You Just Stop Building The Fucking Bridge
