April 2013
Sparkle Hayter is funny, and she writes with an insider's knowledge of the media industry. Her Robin Hudson mysteries (like The Last Manly Man and The Chelsea Girl Murders) are actually laugh-out-loud funny -- and how often does that really happen? Not to mention that they are categorized as "Tart Noir". Who could possibly resist?
So I'm always happy to pick up a Hayter when I run across one.
Naked Brunch didn't disappoint, although it's not a mystery and is not laugh-out-loud funny like some of her previous work. But it's an entertaining tale of some crazy-mixed-up werewolves and their werewolvian evisceration adventures in modern New York City. Note to self: if you wake up naked, covered in blood, and with disturbing nightmares, don't just shrug it off and assume that you had one too many drinks at that art opening last night. That dog fur caught on your fire escape is your first clue that there might be Something Going On that you should be paying attention to.
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