Nearing the end of Robert Galbraith's TROUBLED BLOOD. She adores Spenser, as well she should.

Think how she must have loved Spenser's imagination.

I read Spenser not for class but for pleasure while working nights in the Freight House of the Kansas City Southern Railway in Port Arthur. That was late 1957 and early 1958, but here I was re-reading (for fun) in July 1959 after I knew I was leaving in several weeks for Evanston, Illinois.

This is where she gets her title TROUBLED BLOOD.