Buttering Me Up

On the acknowledgments page of Denise Hamilton's new book, The Last Embrace, she writes,

"Hurray for librarians everywhere, those wonderfully sly, subversive supporters of literacy who are the unsung heroes of American letters today."

I promise that this bit of flattery will not prevent me from writing a fair and impartial review of the book when I finish it.

Then again, it's a book set in 1940s Los Angeles, has a nice noirish grime about it, features wayward starlets and thuggish gangsters, and was inspired by the 1949 disappearance of Jean Spangler.

The chances of me not liking this book are practically zilch.