what I thought about "the devil in the white city"

For a book about multiple grisly murders and the Chicago World's Fair it was surprisingly sterile.  I liked it but didn't love it.  I don't have any deep thoughts about it.  It seemed like Larson was trying to establish a strong correlation between Burnham and Holmes to add narrative interest, and that didn't work for me, stylistically.  It was okay.

Now I'm reading "Bringing Up Bebe," a book about French parenting written by an American.  I got it because I think that American children are in large ways being failed by their parents who are a curious combination of milquetoast control freaks, and this book claims to have solutions for that.  But already she's losing me, because she opened the first chapter in first person present tense (e.g. "when my daughter is eighteen monts old, my husband and I decide"), which, unless done well, is one of my most hated authorial conceits.  Strike one.