I read this right after Kelly’s other new book this week, Bad Dog (on Image), and was so unimpressed with that festering pile of dogshit, that I went into this really pessimistically.  But I’m really glad I read it. 

It’s a crime story involving dance.  Not really my cup of boiling water with leaves in it, but these were some delicious leaves.  “Gritty” dialogue works well with this title, and it’s got an interesting…ummm, please don’t read this as a pun, as this is a dance title…twist.  I’m definitely picking up the next issue.