Well told story of the 'Goodbar Murder,' which in many ways was an emblem of 70's urban America, where therapy was often sought in bars and bedrooms, often with strangers. Big question of course, is what the name 'Goodbar' had to do with any of this, meaning the event, the movie, and this book, but maybe I missed that. As a writer myself, I read on the dust jacket that author Lacey F. lived in San Francisco, so I looked her up in the phone book and called the number, only to be told by her widowed husband that she'd died nine years ago, which was sad and not a little unnerving, although the ex-husband was quite appreciative of my nice words about the book and Lacey's taut journalistic style. This is the end of my review. Thank you.

I read this book about a week ago and found it to be fascinating! I couldn't put it down. I've traveled near the Indian border in Nepal and found the descriptions to be true and transport me back to my travels and out of my couch. The book may jump around a bit too much from scene & time, but when you sort through and get it all lined up, it is an interesting story. Entertaining, self-searching, romantic, foreign and revealing, it is a journey into the hearts of others and your own... for what more could you really ask? It is not my favorite story, but truly a good read if you have the time. I'd give it 3.5 stars if I could.