A fiction reader who "marathons" through two-three novels back-to-back maybe three times a year (my regular diet is non-fiction), I reluctantly picked up my first Margolin paperback at Freddie's thinking it probably would end up in my wife's nail stylist's salon library uncreased after collecting my dust for about six months. How could some local lawyer, I reasoned, entertain me with characters from my home town when my default escape artists (Clancy, Grisham, LaCarre, Ludum, etc.) always take me to unfamiliar places and their pleasures.

Sometimes I don't reason so well.

Started reading "Lost Lake" Thursday night after the Mets game - which was a mistake - because I couldn't put it down, and the the alarm is frozen at 4:45 AM so I yawned through today. Fully awake and full of anticipation on Friday at 8:25 PM,  and I have to get up, get dressed and go out and buy more Margolin because the two unread Grisham books on my night stand don't look so interesting anymore.  

"Proof Positive" in hardback? Yep. It's going to be worth every penny tonight.