The Man Who Loved Books Too Much by Allison Hoover Bartlett
Note: This review is based upon an uncorrected proof which I received via a giveway on GoodReads.
I don’t, as a rule, read True Crime; I do enjoy a good mystery. So when I saw this book being offered in a giveaway over at GoodReads.com; I felt I just had to enter. Then when I was home sick the other day, the book arrived in the mail. Given I hadn’t yet noticed I’d won a copy it was a very pleasant surprise.
I moved the book to the top of my to-read list and once I started on it was glad I had done so. It’s strange; there’s no quick paced action, no tense drama yet I couldn’t put it down. Maybe it was the author’s fasincation with Gilkey (the theif) & Sanders (the “bibliodick”) or maybe it was the author’s own fascination with this private world of rare book dealers. It certainly wasn’t the characters that drew me in. Gilkey was given the most “pagetime” but he wasn’t very interesting. Simply an unrepentant crook (all protestations to the contrary) who choose credit card fraud as his easy method of living the good life, which happens to involve owning rare books. Sanders was slightly better but seemed too angry/bitter for much of the book.
While I’m still not sure why I enjoyed this book, it’s safe to say it was an good read.