I don't know this for sure, but I suspect that after I've had a couple of drinks I get on Amazon and look for books about books and libraries. That is likely where this one came from. It is John Dunning's first Cliff Janeway novel. Janeway, a grizzled former Denver police officer with a soft spot for rare books, quits the force and opens up a rare book shop. Of course a new mystery ensues.
I have no complaints about this book – it taught me a lot about book collecting and the rare book business, the worthlessness of Book Club editions (which was sad) and was a fun read. Although … I do have to mention that I apparently stopped reading it several weeks ago and didn't notice. I happened to run across it in my reading queue and when I opened it I realized I was at the book's climax. So I finished it, having forgotten who every character was, and could not make any sense out of the denouement that was probably quite clever. But that's on me.
The book did reinforce my belief that rare book collecting is not for me. I respect and endorse the value of books, and am always looking to upgrade my copies of ones I like, but I enjoy them when I like them, and not for their inherent value.
It's like wine. I unwrapped one of the bottles Jamie brought back from the Symphony Ball wine pull the other night and it was a red blend called Sexual Chocolate. Ha ha, very funny, but I liked it – a lot. Even though it's probably $3 a bottle, if I like it, I like it.
Update: holy sh%t did you know that Sexual Chocolate is $25 a bottle? No wonder I liked it so much!