I told my dad about my goal of reading a bunch of Louis L’Amour books in 2016. He replied that he had “a few” L’Amour books and some other ones I might be interested in. After nearly 38 years of knowing my dad, I’m not sure why I didn’t translate “a few” books as two grocers flats worth of books, but I’m grateful all the same.
Published by Michelle Kubitz
I am a 40-something fiction writer living in the Midwest with my husband and two kids. A former journalist, I like to write mysteries - sometimes with a paranormal bent. A 2017 runner up for Killer Nashville's Claymore Award, I'm a member of Sisters in Crime (National and Twin Cities) and Mystery Writers of America (MWA-Midwest). View all posts by Michelle Kubitz