Blue Blood, by Edward Conlon; Riverhead Books, pub.
A great read. Edward Conlon is a Harvard educated cop who works the streets in the South Bronx. It's funny and tragic and Conlon tells a great story. I felt like I was in his back pocket the whole time. (He's a hottie so that is not a bad thing.)
The Wishbones, by Tom Perrotta; Berkley pub.
Hilarious. About a 30ish guy who still lives in his parent's basement in North Jersey and is a wedding band called the Wishbones. He's a loser, but you like him and forgive him. After dating his high school girlfriend for 16 years (on and off, as he is quick to point out) he proposes. Only problem? He finds a girlfriend around the same time. I look forward to reading more of Tom Perrotta. Great story, great characters and very very funny. An example from the book:
"The Wishbones had just finished setting up when the Heartstring Orchestra broke into "Like a Virgin," their next-to-last tune of the night. If Madonna happened to wander into the Sundown Lounge in Jersey to check out the showcase, Dave thought she would have approved. Phil Hart gave the song a hilarious deadpan interpretation, as though it had never entered his mind that some people might find it amusing to see a seventy-three-year-old man with artificial hips doing a dignified shimmy at a mike stand as he sang about being touched for the very first time."
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