What I'm Reading Now

 I just finished reading "The Photographer", Mary Dixie Carter's disturbing debut novel about a talented New York City photographer who, let's say, inserts herself into the lives and families of her clients in unsettling ways. 


This was another one that was hard to put down once I dug into it, and I was intrigued with the way the protagonist was able to manipulate not only her photos, but her clients as well.  Another fantastically disquieting read.

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  1. J E OneilJuly 26, 2021 at 11:26 AM

    Interesting. I'll have to remember this one.

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  2. Mr. ShifeJuly 27, 2021 at 4:24 PM

    Sounds like a good one. Thanks for the recommendation. Hope your week is going well.

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    1. presstfortimeJuly 31, 2021 at 4:42 AM

      It's amazing how some people can maintain professionalism yet be so off.

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  3. Mary KirklandJuly 28, 2021 at 2:18 PM

    It's always nice to find a book that's hard to put down.

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  4. BijouxJuly 29, 2021 at 3:27 PM

    That sounds interesting. I read Lisa Lutz’s ‘How To Start a Fire’ and loved it, so it’s nice to see her recommendation.

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    1. presstfortimeJuly 31, 2021 at 4:45 AM

      Hmm, "How to Start a Fire" sounds intriguing, too.

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