Bare Bones by Kathy Reichs

This is a Kathy Reichs novel. Narrative, speech, everything:Snap. Snappety snap snap snap. Snappety snap. Snap. This is me writing an angry email:Clack. Clackety clack clack clack. Clackety clack. Clack. What I draw from the similarities is that Temperance Brennan, forensic anthropologist extraordinaire makes Reichs angry. I can't say I blame her. Either that or she doesn't [...]