Mexican-American lawyer Henry Rios, reeling from the death of his ex-lover, a victim of AIDS, turns to a former client for comfort. Sorry, Michael, but we LIKE the food there! I live in Los Angeles, and I (and my partner) were shocked at the slap at the French Market. Nava gave me just enough to put together a picture of people and places, without forcing me to skip 5 paragraphs just describing someone's eyes.Īs a matter of fact, I have only ONE beef with this book.

Many authors go one way or the other - they either take you into a room and give you five tedious pages of description, or throw you in without any sense of where and when you are. What I appreciate most, I think, is the absolute correct amount of description. People and personalities change before our eyes, sometimes a sincere change reacting to what's going on around them sometimes as a result of our finding out the truth about them. Hard to do both at the same time.Īlthough I enjoyed the mystery itself, the far more enjoyable mystery is what is going to happen next to the people you've been introduced to.

This was one of those books for me that I a) wanted to take my time reading because I couldn't imagine not having anymore to read and b) wanted to read as quickly as possible to see what happens next. So why did I pick up this particular book? Although I wasn't specifically looking for a mystery, I DID want something with gay men and women. I haven't ironed since it was cancelled, by the way). It was great because I didn't really have to pay very much attention to it - the program that is, not the ironing. okay, I admit I watched 'Murder She Wrote' while I ironed. First of all, I have never particularly been a mystery fan (well.

The Burning Plain by Michael Nava