#fridayreads take me away is a weekly meme to celebrate the start of the weekend and the glorious day of reading whatever the heck you want. Want to know more? Read the original post where I explain why you should join in with what you read on the weekend. Want to write your own post? *Steal* my button. Have your own #fridayreads take me away post? Link up below! Happy reading.
Another Friday, and it is HOT in Texas – like record-breaking hot. So I’m listening to a great band, Summer Fiction, and thinking about being at the beach, much like the one above in Positano, Italy. Thus, today’s Friday Reads selection may make a bit more sense:
The Dawn Patrol opens as a wave Winslow describes in surfer lingo as “epic macking crunchy” makes its way toward the California coastline. Surfing careers are made and broken with these waves, and The Dawn Patrol is ready for the action, but even more trouble is looming in the form of attorney Petra, who brings a case to Boone at the most inopportune time. He wants to catch that wave, damn it, but he also needs to eat, as his friend-cum-accountant chides him. He takes the case, and Boone’s assignment is to find Tammy, a stripper who was witness to arson. No biggie, right? Wrong. Petra needs Tammy to testify for the insurance company against a local thug, Dan Silver. There’s just one problem: Tammy doesn’t want to be found. Soon, Boone is chasing after a killer and a missing little girl, still haunted by his time on the force where he messed up big time, and as the story develops, Boone must come face to face with his own past as The Dawn Patrol’s ties thin and each must look out for him or herself.
A surfing PI? Yes please. I reviewed this book at the end of last summer and thought it was so fun. So that’s my recommendation, my friends. Today, I will be reading:
I’ve long been a fan of James Lee Burke, and Jen at Jen’s Book Thoughts says great things about his daughter Alafair. It’s good so far. In fact, let me get back to it and try to stay cool.
Happy Friday! Is it too, too hot wherever you are? Or are you wishing you had 100-degree heat with 100-percent humidity? That’s right. Be jealous. 🙂
jenn aka the picky girl