Drop Dead the DJ Murders
by Tonne Serah

You're at the club, you've just dropped your pill, it's just starting to kick in, and the music is just getting good. You're feeling it, the pill, the vibe, the bass. You're dancing, and then a DJ drops dead from the booth above you.

Talk about buzz kill.

And then it happens again.

Joey's favorite circuit parties are hit hard by two murders, and as he investigates what's going on, he dives even deeper into the gay club scene of San Francisco, the drugs, their dealers, a ring of porn and prostitution that takes him to his native Thailand, where he uncovers secrets about his family.

It's a journey through k-holes and the warm glow of ecstasy, through Asian cliques and the labels they wear, rice queens and sticky rice, and a whole bunch of Tagalog. There isn't much of a mystery, although how everything unravels is a bit interesting. More than the mystery, it's a good read because it's a world apart from the club experience most of us would have (unless you're also an Asian raver obsessed wth fashion and hating glowsticks).

Is it the best book I've read this summer? Maybe not. Is it a smart, funny read with some well-written characters and a decent plot? Yah. Go hard.

This has been a bobert review.