The Gods of Gotham

the_gods_of_gothamI recently went to New York, stayed 4 days in Manhattan…saw, breathed, lived, walked and came back slightly obsessed. It’s an fantastic city, so rich in everything. One of the things that I wanted to do while there, was to go to a book store! Ha. My life is painfully, tragically missing temples of knowledge like book stores and libraries (I also went to New York Public Library, although I didn’t see any books…except for a Gutenberg Bible on display). There are none of these here in Punta Cana, where I live, and they are always among the first things I want to visit when I’m elsewhere. How can a city, a country, be without? I still don’t know, and it still baffles me!

So I went to a Barnes & Noble on 5th Avenue (heaven) and looked at all the beautiful books. I picked them up randomly, read, put them down…saw, breathed, lived, walked and became overwhelmed. It was like being a kid in a candy store with too many options, too many things to choose from that I didn’t know where to start, where to go or where to end.

At the end of my visit (after realizing that I couldn’t bring home all of the books that I wanted to, because my suitcase simply wouldn’t have room enough) I chose one book (link to http://www.amazon.com): The Gods of Gotham (A Timothy Wilde Novel) by Lindsay Faye. Being consumed with New York, this book seemed like it would be a good read.

From the back cover:

1845: New York City forms its first police force. The great potato famine hits Ireland. These two events will change New York City forever…

Timothy Wilde tends bar, saving every dollar in hopes of winning the girl of his dreams. But when his dreams are destroyed by a fire that devastates downtown Manhattan, he is left with little choice but to accept a job in the newly minted New York City Police Department.

Returning from his rounds one night, Timothy collides with a girl no more than ten years old…covered in blood. She claims that dozens of bodies are buried in the forest north of Twenty-third Street. Timothy isn’t sure whether to believe her, but as the image of a brutal killer is slowly revealed and anti-Irish rage infects the city, the reluctant copper star is engaged in a battle that may cost him everything…

If that’s not a killer appetizer, then I don’t know what is. Happy reading!

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