As the dog days of summer hang on, squeezing out every ounce of perspiration left in our wilted bodies, I am completely unphazed.
Why, you ask? How has this girl who despises Mississippi summers and dreams longingly of fall and winter managed to negotiate the hot summer days of August? It has to be a new man, right?
You got it.I have a new man in my life and he is hotter than a tall glass of habenaro sauce. We spend at least four leisurely hours each
afternoon on my sofa in a delicious embrace. We retire to the bedroom early and I fall asleep with him in my arms.
I hang on to his every word and leave him reluctantly only when something major happens, like the smoke alarm goes off and the fire truck pulls into my drive-way.
Unfortunately my new fellow is married, but who cares. His name is Harlan and I guess you could call this love at first read.
I stayed awake all night reading his bestseller “Just One Look.” It had more twists and turns than the Mississippi River. Move over Hitchcock.
In one read, I was hooked and Harlan Coben became the object of my affection. He’s even better than the other mystery authors I’ve been obsessed with – James Patterson, John Sanford, etc.
When I got home, I rushed to the public library to find a delightful collection of Coben novels to keep me out of trouble for the rest of the summer. I’m seriously in danger of getting kicked out of my book club because Harlan occupies all my time and I can’t find the energy or desire to read our summer selections.
Harlan, where have you been all my life? But alas, I’m about to conclude the reading of every novel he has written. It’s time to discovered some other mystery man on whom to obsess.
Not since 9-11, have I been in need of such complete escape. The dark and ominous accounts fed to us non-stop by cable news have been working on my nerves like a cheese grater.
No longer. My recommendation is to cut off the television, and cuddle up with a good mystery writer. Excuse me now, Harlan is waiting.