Shelves: mystery One of the reasons I am fond of Sara Paretsky is her ability to locate her stories in the political and social events of the day. In the first chapter of Blacklist, set in , she reflects on the World Trade Center, the Taliban, Afghanistan and anthrax. Warshawski leans to the left and I like her take on events from that point of view. There is rarely a dull moment in the life of Ms. Generally, that is just the way she likes it; she has been known to manufacture excitement herself.
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Excerpt Book Summary A story of secrets and betrayals that stretch across four generations--secrets political, social, sexual, financial: all of them with the power to kill. This is a story of secrets and betrayals that stretch across four generations--secrets political, social, sexual, financial: all of them with the power to kill.
Grasping for something to hold on to, her fingers close around a lifeless human hand. It is the body of a reporter who had been investigating events of forty-five years earlier, during the McCarthy era, and V. At the same time, she inadvertently becomes involved in the story of a missing Egyptian boy whose possible terrorist connections make him very much sought after by the government. Before everything is over, at least two more people will lie dead. A novel as passionate, complex, and powerfully entertaining as its acclaimed heroine, Blacklist is a stunning achievement.
Chapter 1 A Walk on the Wild Side The clouds across the face of the moon made it hard for me to find my way. I kept stumbling on tree roots and chunks of brick from the crumbling walks. At one point I tripped on a loose brick and landed smack on my tailbone. My eyes teared with pain; I sucked in air to keep from crying out.
As I rubbed the sore spot, I wondered whether Geraldine Graham had seen me fall. Fatigue was making it hard for me to concentrate. It was midnight, usually not late on my clock, but I was sleeping badly these days--I was anxious, and feeling alone.