I am going to put exactly the same amount of effort into this post about Denis Lehane’s latest novel as he appears to have put into writing it. Ready?
I haven’t read a Lehane novel in a long time, but judging by the trite, lazy mess that is Since We Fell, it seems he at some point gave up trying to put together anything of substance or originality. It’s like a bad first draft.
Actually, I lied. I put more effort into writing this than Lehane.