I just finished reading Robert James Waller: Puerto Vallarta Squeeze and it was
like living in a movie with all the action in every paragraph. This book is about a writer who takes refuge in a village in Mexico after publishing his one hit. In the beginning I thought that was the point of the story, but no that was just the start. He was in a relationship with a Mexica senorita, which he thought was a fling after his divorce, and when he thought life was good and uncomplicated, he witnesses a murder. He tried playing it cool, but in the end it all caught up to him.
I read this book in a weekend because it was so good. I fell in love with its cover vibrant colors, but stayed because of the well written story. Does that ever happen? -
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