Kathy Reichs
Kathy Reichs
Kathleen Joan Toelle "Kathy" Reichs born July 7, 1948) is an American crime writer, forensic anthropologist and academic. She is a professor of anthropology at the University of North Carolina at Charlotte; as of 2013 she is on indefinite leave. She divides her work time between the Laboratoire des Sciences Judiciaires et de Médecine Légale for the province of Quebec and her professorship at UNC Charlotte. She is one of the eighty-two forensic anthropologists certified by the American Board of...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 July 1948
CityChicago, IL
CountryUnited States of America
I originally worked as an archaeologist in North Carolina, and when bones were found police would take them out to the bones lady at the university, and that was me.
I tend to watch a lot of movies at home. It's nice to be close to the refrigerator with my pyjamas on and just relax.
I do interviews and signings and readings and all of these people just hang off my every word. And then I go home and have dinner with my family and nobody lets me get a word in.
One of the surprising things I hadn't expected when I decided to write crime fiction is how much you are expected to be out in front of the public. Some writers aren't comfortable with that. I don't have a problem with that.
Edmonton is Canada's answer to Omaha. Solid, unassuming, and surrounded by a whole lot of nothing. It's a place that makes you think of sensible shoes.
I've been accused of being a minimalist writer. I don't like a lot of verbiage in there.
Many fiction writers who put the science in dont get it right.
Bones tell me the story of a person's life — how old they were, what their gender was, their ancestral background,
My first book was the most successful debut novel in the U.K. ever and every one of my books has reached number one in the U.K. Clearly the British know brilliance when they see it.
I see you, Ben. I always have. You're in my pack." He pulled away. "What if being packmates isn't enough for me?
Whitney smacked Coop's snout while simultaneously pressing herself deeper into the couch. Coop fixed her with an unblinking ice-blue stare, gray-brown fur bristling along his spine. "Tory!" Whitney squealed. "He's going to attack!" "Maybe." I walked into the kitchen and snagged a Diet Coke from the fridge. "Try to protect your throat.
Most Bolton students were scions of the city's wealthiest families. My crewe stuck out like hooker at church. We werent part of their pampered, priveliged world, and many of our classmates were quick to remind us of that fact. Taunting the "boat kids" was practically a varsity sport.
I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset.
Im studying jerkoffs in the wild," Ben answered dryly. "This seemed like a good chance to view one up close.