CHICAGO — There is often comfort to be had in the familiar.
You can wear that old sweater. Grab a stool at your cozy corner tavern. Order the “usual” at your favorite restaurant. Call a friend from high school. Or you can pick up a book with the name Scott Turow on the cover.
You can do that now, as his latest novel is formally released and sits in piles at your neighborhood bookstore. Piles, because Turow has proven himself to be a reliable bestseller. When the piles vanish, more will arrive.
