Elmore Leonard’s “Maximum Bob” because I hadn’t read him before, but like the movie versions of his books. This one in particular because the title amused me. Sort of a fun read, but lacking the dark depth or engagement of a Jim Thompson.
Kem Nunn’s “Tapping the Source” because I’m a sucker for surf novels, awful as most of them are. This one, like his Dogs of Winter, is especially infuriating because the guy can write. Unfortunately, the sharp, vivid prose fails to compensate for the completely over-the-top storyline. I believe even the kitchen sink was in there.
Kent Haruf’s “Plainsong” because I love that book and my dad never returned the copy I loaned him.