“Bad Cop”, by Paul Bacon
Full disclosure— when I started reading this book, I was fully prepared to dislike it. I don’t normally read a whole lot of memoirs, but since Paul Bacon’s “Bad Cop” came to me via a close friend’s personal recommendation, I figured I’d give it a shot. What the heck, right? Ever since I joined the digital age and picked up a Kindle a few years back, it’s been a whole lot easier to broaden my literary horizons. Worst case scenario, if a book turns out to be terrible, I can always delete the digital edition and I’m only out, what? A couple bucks? As it turns out, though, “Bad Cop” took me through a whole range of emotions: from simply being grateful that the book wasn’t awful, to being pleasantly surprised…