Coyote Moon

But it wasn't bad. This book is available at the Dollar General for a buck, incidentally. I kind of liked it but wound up confused at the end. Who's your daddy? This review will only make sense after reading the book, and maybe not even then.

The first few pages of COYOTE MOON are delightful. And although the characters get a bit more fleshed out, most remain thin. The plot lines promise more than they can deliver, but promise is something. There's a little nourishment here. Give it a chance!

The following should be noted: I do not like reading about baseball. I detest the genre of science fiction. And I'm not even sure that I passed physics. Oh, and I'm a girl. But for some reason this masculine yet higly accessable tale of fate, physics, and finding oneself caught me in its lyrical snare. You can feel the heat of the setting, the sweat, and the sex emanating from the pages. I haven't felt this way about a protagonist since Howard Roark. Miller is a highly skilled craftsman who deserves to be lauded for this literary tour de force. I'm madly in love with this book, and I recommend it to any man or woman who wants a decent read that isn't the chicklit and dicklit cluttering our bookstore shelves.