Old City Hall, by Robert Rotenberg (REVIEW) -- Oh, Canada: Murder, Hockey, & Mum's the Word
Ah, Winter. How I love your cold, bracing winds and the snow you (hopefully) deposit in substantial amounts during your three-or-so-month reign. You make me feel so invigorated, and you give me a reason to own all those warm sweaters and cool boots. Of course, when you’re still leaving the white stuff around in April—as you occasionally do—my love affair with you becomes somewhat diminished. In the middle of summer, though, with temps hovering in the mid-90s? I love you, Sweet Winter, I truly do. So, when a book set in Toronto primarily during the winter finally made its way to the top of my TBR pile? It was a happy July day for me. That it’s a legal thriller was just more cause for celebration, since it had been awhile since a good courtroom drama found its way into my eager paws. (The dust-jacket blurbs from others authors whom I regularly read didn’t hurt, either.) Robert Rotenberg’s Old City Hall begins bright and early one blustery December morning, with an elde...