For the record, I still haven’t finished this book. Between Sweet Valley and this one, I am pretty sure I read another book, I just can’t remember which one it was. It seems odd that I would go three months without reading, but maybe I did?
REGARDLESS, at some point during the dry spell, I visited Chicago for the first time, and fell in love with the city. My boss recommended this book to me prior to leaving, and I read it when I got back, and I put it down for a while to read my next book, but then I picked it up again, stopped reading it when Daniel left me alone for a week and got creeped out, and haven’t picked it up again just yet.
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT ME. This was my first attempt at a historical novel, and my goodness, does this guy know how to tell a story. I learned so much about architecture, the birth of a wild city, and a harrowing serial killer, much scarier than anything by today’s standards. This book only fueled my love for all things Chicago. I ended up renting a 3 Disc documentary on the city, and have a goal of reading more about Al Capone next year.
