Almeta's Reviews > Carved in Bone

In his naïveté, my father used to take his transplanted Yankee family for the proverbial Sunday drive through the back roads of Tennessee. Our jaunts sometimes took us into thickets and hollers where we were not supposed to be. Although the locals are friendly enough, the wariness and mistrust is palpable. There is a shotgun just inside every doorjamb. Don’t wander too far off the beaten path, or you’ll enter a world where the law is skewed just a little to accommodate the native population and their way of life. We never made it to Cooke County, yet the beauty of the terrain and the weight of the atmosphere, described in Carved in Bone, is the same in our neck of the woods.

I am fascinated by forensics, so “meeting” the actual creator of the Body Farm and “doing a ride-along” with him is a real treat; like being a groupie at a rock concert.

I will follow the Jefferson Bass team anywhere!