The magistrate.

Bill was in the business of justice, not retaliation, and she evaluated every case brought before her with the same care and attention.  The problem was, the fishermen against whom fish and game trooper Charlene Taylor, swore out complaints kept saying the same things, over and over again, until they sounded like a sixth grader…

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There will be significant time spent on YouTube during and following the reading of this book. You have been warned.

  [from my Goodreads review February 4, 2013] Go ahead, make all the fun of me you want, I love a cappella. It’s probably my mom’s fault, she loved Broadway musicals and I grew up knowing all the lyrics to My Fair Lady and Oklahoma and, yes, The Music Man, where Professor Harold Hill keeps…

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The joys of police work, con’t.

“What do you want to do, Prince?  Set out across country?  In what direction?  We looked everywhere on the Nunapitchuks’ homestead for a trail.  We didn’t find squat, except for game trails.  We can’t follow them all.  Maybe we could bring in some dogs, pick up a trail that way.  Chances of that are, oh,…

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Kate knew where her wealth was.

Well-written and extensively researched bio not only of the eponymous Kate Carmack but of the Tagish culture in whose backyard the Klondike gold rush erupted. Vanesse writes …like an incantation of magic, the very word Klondike invokes abundance, the vindication of the American dream and the triumph of the individual in its most measurable manifestation: wealth. Not…

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The old fart.

Peter Obadiah Cole was widely believed to be on the run from the law, and that was true.  He was also on the run from Congress, the courts and the White House; in fact, from all branches of government.  He was on the run from traffic, in the air, on the ground or out at…

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Almost a sequel to Monte Walsh.

[my Goodreads review, 2009] I’d call this book almost a sequel to Monte Walsh by Jack Schaefer, and I consider Monte Walsh one of the perfect novels. The writing is superb, in that run-on raconteur style that feels like the easy canter of a horse. It’s 1917, and young Martha Leeson leaves home to become…

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Relationships.

On either side Newenham airport fell rapidly away from them and Liam’s stomach gave its usual takeoff flip-flop.  “She’s going to kill me,” he muttered through clenched teeth. He hadn’t meant to be heard but the headset was a good one and Prince turned her head to stare.  “Why would she be mad at you?”…

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Boone is your average, everyday, ordinary knight of the woeful countenance.

Cowboys on surfboards. That’s my thumbnail for Don Winslow’s “The Gentlemen’s Hour,” the second of two novels featuring San Diego surfer slash private investigator Boone Daniels (the first is “The Dawn Patrol”). I put “surfer” first for a reason. Boone’s the California version of an Alaskan Bush pilot. No matter what his day job is,…

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The reluctant gold miner.

And now here Rebecca was, five months later, waking up in a one-room shack deep in a canyon somewhere between the Wood River Mountains, which together formed part of the southwestern curve of the Alaska Range.  The mine sat on a creek in a deep, narrow crevice formed between three mountains four, five and six…

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