This was one of those books I bought on a whim and then lost the motivation to read. Yesterday, I pulled it from the shelf and decided to give it a quick scan. As I started reading, I thought it was pretty lack-luster ... no intrigue, creativity, historical value or beautiful imagery ... ho hum....
Nice. Outside. 13 Sal was leaning against a black Escalade, blowing streams of smoke through his nostrils in the parking lot of the Ridgewood Inn. He was wearing a Boston Red Sox cap and an enormous Sox T-shirt that still fit him tight across the chest. He smiled, flicked the cigarette away, an...