These Sujata Massey books are getting out of control. Is there a Japanese word for “wishes she had never read this book?” The creakingly terrible mysteries are simply not good, but I have a whole stack of them beside me to ride out the remainder of the year. Will I be strong enough to just toss them all aside in favor of better quality books? I doubt my own resolve.
The only interesting bits in this one (theme: Comfort Women!) were related to Rei Shimura’s brief visit to her parents’ Pac Heights home during the dot com bust. As she’s being proposed to, her car is broken into in the Presidio, super-apt even in today’s world. She mentions Greens restaurant. I think that’s it for highlights.