I'm at Barnes & Noble on Broadway and 83rd sitting in the events area. Random two and three high book piles are spattered about on the beige metal vinyl cushioned chairs  telling their own story. My former tenant was reading 'Dance of Death' where she wanted it all and not even murder would stop her. The other two choices, more calculating and bloody; the 'how to's I surmise, were, 'The Butcher - Anatomy of a Psychopath' and 'Body Parts' which include the killer's gruesome confession.  So where the fuck is this person and should I continue seeking a rental in this area? Based on my nimble yet otherwise thought provoking choices of 'Thoughts Without Cigarettes' and 'This Boy's Life', both innocent, humorous introspections on coming of age, I may want to consider Hell's Kitchen or a walk up in the upper east side.