Tara 's Reviews > An Honest Living

I am honestly struggling to categorize and rate this book. I came into it assuming it would be a bibliomystery, one of my favorite subgenres of mysteries to read. But after finishing the book last night, I am left wondering,"what the heck was that?" Sure there is mystery in the story, and a death, but there is no serious attempt to solve anything. Its a bunch of loose threads that never really come together into a cohesive whole. More than a mystery, its a love letter to NYC, and the Williamsburg/Greenpoint area of Brooklyn in particular. As a native New Yorker, I find myself drawn to books about the city I both love and hate, but somehow this book felt completely foreign to me. I didn't recognize the neighborhoods he described at all. The main character sort of just drifts through life, and this book has that same vibe, which ultimately makes it an unsatisfying read.