Chapin City Blues

Writing is writing whether done for duty, profit, or fun.

Has it been twelve books already? Seems like yesterday, I picked up The Surgeon and dived into the homicide world of Boston PD. While it wasn’t always a smooth ride with detective Jane Rizzoli and medical examiner Maura Isles, I’ve come to enjoy the stories they find themselves in. I devoured the books that followed …

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I was eight when my maternal grandfather died. No one explicitly told me, they just assumed I understood the rituals of one’s passing. As Catholics, my family held rosaries before and after the funeral. It might have been the first rosary that I learned the truth about my grandfather’s death. A younger cousin – possibly …

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It’s funny how Melissa Auf Der Maur‘s voice reminds me of those from Veruca Salt. I’m lying in bed, figuring out what I’m writing about tonight, or if I’m writing about anything in particular. I’m fighting some internal battle with myself and I’m thinking this is one I might not win. To let the crippling …

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    I finished reading Star Wars: Death Troopers. I know, finally, right? I moved on to read Body Double by Tess Gerristen, being the fourth book in the Rizzoli & Isles series (third, actually, as Maura Isles didn’t show up until The Apprentice). I decided against giving Moxyland a go because after reading Star …

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