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A review by shannonmde
Gone, Baby, Gone by Dennis Lehane
3.0
Typically I like to at least start the series with the first book before reading out of order if order doesn't matter, but I wanted a Dennis Lehane book now and this one was available. Others were available too (but not the first one). I picked this one because I knew there was a movie. I consider reading a Dennis Lehane book part of my moving to Boston homework. I assume at sometime living in Boston (at book festival or library or bookstore event) I will hear him speak about his writing. I should read one of his books.
But the silence of a missing child is not something you want to get used to; you refuse to accept it, and so it screams at you.
The silence of the dead says, Goodbye.
The silence of the missing says, Find me. 26
Frances gave us a tired smile." I mean, it was constant. Every mother I know talks about how exasperating a four-year-old can be. They're four, right? The world surprises them every ten seconds." -- oops.. forgot to mark the page number
And then there was the parking situation. A parking space in Boston is about as common as a ski slope in the Sahara. Little old ladies in mink stoles have fought gun battles over a constested spot. In the mid-eighties some moron actually paide a quarter million dollars for a deeded parking slip in a Beacon Hill garage, and that didn't include monthly maintenance fees.
Boston: We're small, we're cold, but we'll kill for a good parking space. Come on up. Bring the family. -- pg. 136
But the silence of a missing child is not something you want to get used to; you refuse to accept it, and so it screams at you.
The silence of the dead says, Goodbye.
The silence of the missing says, Find me. 26
Frances gave us a tired smile." I mean, it was constant. Every mother I know talks about how exasperating a four-year-old can be. They're four, right? The world surprises them every ten seconds." -- oops.. forgot to mark the page number
And then there was the parking situation. A parking space in Boston is about as common as a ski slope in the Sahara. Little old ladies in mink stoles have fought gun battles over a constested spot. In the mid-eighties some moron actually paide a quarter million dollars for a deeded parking slip in a Beacon Hill garage, and that didn't include monthly maintenance fees.
Boston: We're small, we're cold, but we'll kill for a good parking space. Come on up. Bring the family. -- pg. 136