Posts Tagged ‘The Right Side’

Random Amazon Review We Like


January 28th, 2019 Posted 8:59 am

5.0 out of 5 stars – New direction for Spencer Quinn – January 27, 2019

“This was the first Spencer Quinn book I’ve read that wasn’t about Chet and Bernie, and I was very pleasantly surprised with this new direction.

Spencer Quinn is a great writer, his books are well thought out, and believable, even those with the narrative from a dog’s perspective.

The Right Side is a more serious novel, about the difficult life journey of a young woman who was terribly injured while serving in Afghanistan. A real page turner, exciting right up to the last page.

I highly recommend this book.”


Friend of the Month Reminder


December 31st, 2018 Posted 7:46 am

Last day of the month already! And the year! Care to be Chet’s friend for January? Check out the FB page for details. Prize (singular) galore! Psst – it’s a signed copy of this:


Veterans Day


November 12th, 2018 Posted 7:00 am

Yesterday, but today is the holiday for a lot of people. Thank a vet – PA did that yesterday, calling his dad (USN WW2, commander of a sub chaser).

This book may be of interest to vets and people who care about them.


Beginnings (More)


November 4th, 2018 Posted 6:45 am

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams books in chronological order, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here from 2017 – #37, THE RIGHT SIDE, a Peter Abrahams novel in every way, if you . There is a dog in it (in common with many of his novels, starting with Garth in the very first one, THE FURY OF RACHEL MONETTE) but no dog narration. That didn’t happen until DOG ON IT.

[“A great suspense novel, and so much more. You won’t forget the heroic LeAnne Hogan — and the same goes for her dog! Not to be missed.” – Harlan Coben]

“Just want to make sure I’ve got your name right.” The man – Machado, read the tag hung around his neck – swiveled sideways to check his computer. The chair made a squeaky sound, intolerable to the woman sitting on the other side of the desk. It sparked a headache in the spot where her headaches got sparked these days, a headache that then blossomed like an explosion in slow motion, so slow you might have thought it would peter out, or be easily stopped. She knew better.

Machado – Dr. Ernest Machado, Psychiatric Services, according to the name tag – squinted at the screen. “Still getting used to these darn progressives,” he said, tapping his glasses.

“Poor you,” she said.


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