Jonathan Goodman (1) (1931–2008)

This book caught my attention because of the obvious reason that I share a name with the victim. The book was very informative but agonizingly boring. I understand that an author of a true crime story must provide every detail about the case to give the reader all the facts presented at the time it was investigated, but Goodman could have gone about it in a more interesting way. The book would go directly from a brief period of excitement in the case to seemingly endless pages of explanation about every dismissed theory and excessive details about the botched investigating work. The story was interesting but the writing made me upset that my name is on the cover.… (plus d'informations)