That's what public libraries are for....
I actually took out a book for me th other day. I almost never read anymore which is a real shame, and I almost never read true crime stories, not my bag normally, but they had this one on display and it just sounded so weird I couldn't help myself. It's called midnight in the garden of good and evil. I tried to find a copy of the back cover online, but failed so I'm actually going to type part of it out because it was just so bizaare.
Genteel society ladies who compare notes on their husbands' suicides. A hilariously foul-mouthed black drag queen. A voodoo priestess who works her roots in the graveyard at midnight. A morose inventor who owns a bottle of poison powerful enough to kill everyone in town. A prominent antiques dealer who hangs a nazi flag from his window to disrupt the shooting of a movie. And a redneck gigolo whoes conquests describe him as a 'walking street of sex.' These are some of the real residents of Savannah, Geogia, a city whoes eccentric mores are unerringly observed--and whoes dirty linen is gleefully aired--in this utterly irresistible true crime murder story.I mean how could I resist?