The door slid open and Cheryl stepped onto the deck. "What are you reading?"
I held up the book so she could read the title.
"High Class Games?"
I turned the book so I could see the title. "Yep."
"Who's it by?"
She sat on the bench facing my chair. "Oh yeah, I've heard of him. He's got a series out about ... about ..."
"Right ... the seedy lawyer in Florida who is always getting into crazy cases."
"That's the one." I set the book down in my lap and reached for the coffee cup at my feet. "Clara told me I have to read this guy ... that his style is similar to mine."
"I was wondering ... I rarely see you with a fiction book in your hands."
"You know my motto ..."
"... 'The bad ones bore you and the good ones make you jealous' ... well, is it?"
"Is it what?"
"Is his style like yours?"
I took another sip of coffee and pondered the fall colors of the trees for few seconds. "I don't know ... I could see how Clara might draw that conclusion ... I mean, there are some things about the characters that are ... I guess you might say similar ... but that's about all I see."
"Is it good?"
I looked at the book in my lap. "Yes, it's pretty entertaining."
"Does that mean it's good?"
"Well, that's what's it all about, isn't it? I mean, if you can entertain your audience, you've done well, right?"
"This guy has a publishing contract and about eight books out in this series ... he must be doing something right."
She closed her eyes and turned her face toward the sun. "How's your next book coming?"
I set the coffee cup down. "Should have it done by the time McCoy gets to number sixteen in the series."