I just can't believe it.

Robert B. Parker has been gone for awhile. Some books that he had in the pipeline have come out since then, but I can't imagine that there are too many more. Reading Sixkill and finding it, not surprisingly, to be pure Parker Gold made it even hard to contemplate a world without a new Spenser, Jesse Stone or Sunny Randall book. It was especially tough because Sixkill introduces a new character, a Cree Indian named, well, Sixkill and I would have loved to have seen Sixkill in future books. Spenser is asked to figure out whether or not a truly scum-of-the-earth actor named Jumbo killed a girl in his hotel, or if she died accidentally. The characters are intriguing as ever. All of the regulars, except for my beloved Hawk make an appearance. Great book for Spenser fans. God, can you figure out a way for Robert B. to still right and publish from Home?