The Garden of Eden and Other Criminal Delights [antikvár]

THE GARDEN OF EDENt began as something recreational, a way to pass the time pleasantly, but then, as insidious as a burrowing maggot, it turned into an addiction. By six months, every room in the house was a biological testament to Rina Decker s hobby, from the bedrooms and bathrooms to the living room and the laundry room, plants, sprouts, shoots, and cultivars crowding out space once reserved for human inhabitants. Given the dire circumstances, she knew she'd have to act, but the decision was tortuous. Which ones merited the honor of being house-plants, and which ones had to be sacrificed for the good of the family?'I feel like I'm living in the Congo,' Decker complained as he sipped coffee at the breakfast table. He was about to tackle the Sunday paper, though he harbored little hope of finishing it. Something always came up.'What's wrong with the Congo?' Rina countered. 'It's foreign, it's exotic . . . Where's your sense of adventure?''Sucked out by the miscreants in the streets of Los Angeles, thank you very much. God and Koolaire have given us creature comforts for a reason, Rina. If I wanted to live in a tropical rain forest, I'd pick a more idyllic spot than the San