Right? Put me off Cornwell, although I read her Jack the Ripper stuff.

She was a good writer; it was just the genre. The book was The Body Farm. Yikes!

Mine’s not all that terrible, but I started dating a very nice (and somewhat wealthy) man a few weeks before Christmas. Since we were brand new, I’m sure I got him some thoughtful but inexpensive thing, and he gave me a book. A brand new, hardcover mystery book by Patricia Cornwell that he obviously had laying around and just grabbed. A book would have been a great gift but I don’t read mysteries (but felt obligated to read this one) and once we’d have been dating a little longer he would have been able to accurately gauge my reading tastes.

We went out for years and he ended up being a stellar gift giver!