I finished Ambush by Barbara Nickless its another (book 3) in the Sydney Parnell series. Just like the other two books in the series this story has a dark setting with lots of morally reprehensible people including some of the "good guys." But there's just enough hope in the story, and the story is written well enough that I enjoyed it. I'll likely be back for book 4, but I need a break from bleak.
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"I need a break from bleak" is how I often feel when reading modern S.F. or "detective" novels. It seems in our world today that we either get "Pollyanna" or morbid stories. Does this reflect the ethos of our modern moment? Are we as in a time when people and/or stories are either too cheery to be stomached or too morose to enjoy the great gift of life?