Robert Yacko read Some Days Are Murder in one sitting - he couldn't put it down, he said, and he loved it. Then he left this lovely review at Amazon:
A delicious, old fashioned romp of a murder mystery, at the center of which is an unlikely, even reluctant Private Investigator, a charming opera-loving curmudgeon who plays verbal badminton with his sass-back secretary, a woman who, he reminds himself, smells like a tuna sandwich. Painted with meticulous genuine detail, and underscored by its own classical soundtrack, Some Days Are Murder is laced with the ever-changing visceral aromas of a Hollywood past, complete with Tail O’ the Pup hot dogs, Black Jack Gum and Suzy Q fries. The story is fast-paced and addictive, peppered with crackling dialogue and humorous banter worthy of your favorite Black & White shamus films. I found myself, like the worn, bloodhound hero detective himself, hooked on that unstoppable scent in my nose, and I could not put this book down until the final curtain, as it were. So pour yourself a cold beverage, make your favorite classic sandwich, and dive in. Bon Appetit'!
