I really should listen to my friends better than I do. Sometimes it takes several iterations before things sink in to this brain here.
So, two friends raved about The Wire, and finally–finally!–I checked out season 1. And season 2. And season 3…
And yeah, I’m not really wanting to watch anything else now. And it’s even cut into this person’s reading time. I don’t let that happen without some serious provocation.
Oh, and get this! Dennis Lehane–yes, the actual author guy–writes for The Wire sometimes. Dennis Lehane!
T. suggested The Wire after I reviewed Red on Red by Edward Conlon. And M. had been raving about The Wire for some time before that.
Why don’t I take their word for things before I do? What’s my problem, really?
Anyway… it hit me again today, because the book Red on Red is shelved at the end of a row at the library, and every time I pass that shelf, it catches my eye and I get a good feeling… so happy there are books in this world that are just that good. And then it gets me started thinking about The Wire and by that point, man, I am one jolly librarian.
So: Thanks, ladies. I’m keeping my ears open from now on.