Friday, January 22nd, 2010
This book caught my eye a number of times in various bookstores before I ever purchased it. At first I thought it would be a book following the veins of film noir, and the one time I briefly turned it over, I hastily scanned the back until I got to the word Chicago. Unless the book was a racist diatribe on Michael Jordan’s ascendancy as the greatest basketball player ever within the fabled Windy City (which I highly doubted), I did not think Chicago or this book had anything to offer. But I eventually succumbed to the lure of the eerie cover. The cover was too intriguing, so I picked it up and quickly became engrossed in one of the most interesting true stories I’ve ever read. Read the rest of this entry »
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