One of my favorite reads in recent years, an excellent read in terms of multiple POVs that spans generations, each voice distinct and clear as their lives intersect with one another.
If there's a worse book I've read, I can't remember it. This book reads like an on-going series of SAT problems written from the perspective of an asexual protagonist who's emotional reactions range from Yay! to Boo! And, that's about it. Mark Whatley is as lifeless as the surface of Mars. But! If you're into pages upon pages of over explanatory musings on moving rocks to build a ramp, then putting those rocks back where he found them, lucky you.
One of my favorite reads during my time at UCR, and its opening paragraph played a key role in my graduate lecture.
Another book to study up on police procedural. There's some fantastic insight, but the book is an absolute slog. A ton of info dumps, disjointed structure, terrible dialog with awful forced cornball jokes to capture the fraternal spirit of the precinct--compelling material, top notch research, but not a compelling read in terms of creative non-fiction. I'll shelve it and treat it as a resource, but really, i have my doubts I ever go back to it.
I read this after one of SGJ's lectures, purely for the police procedural with a pack of werewolves in NYC aspect of it--and it achieves on that level. Fun. Goofy. Over explanatory dialogue. A dash of Cover Your Ass police politics. Love Triangles. And passages written from the wolf's POV, reminiscent of Benchley's Jaws, which isn't a compliment, but I dug it in a Movie of the Week kind of way. Non-pretentious fun. Sit Ubu, sit.