There seems to be a recurring theme here

As I was getting ready to post this I realized that most of the books I have read lately seem to have a common theme. Death. It certainly wasn't planned that way. And with the recent death of my grandmother and a few other deaths in the family, I think I've had enough of this theme. Good books, but not something I want to be reading about constantly.

The Color of Death - Elizabeth Lowell
Lowell delivers another gem of a book. (ha, I'm so punny)

On A Night Like This - Ellen Sussman
This was a great book, if a little farfetched for my tastes.