Book #213, The Black Dahlia by James Ellroy, is haunting and beautiful. Part of the reason why I haven't posted sooner is because I have been trying to shake the feeling that the story has become entwined with my own life (another part is lack of time). At first I thought the 40's slang was kind of silly, but now I find myself wanting to use phrases like "I was itchy to go."And the complete obsession over Betty/Beth/Betsy Short's life and death had me reeling. Read this book if you don't have problems separating reality from fiction.
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