This mystery revolves around sisters, Patricia Ann and Mary Alice, who are complete opposites. One is skinny, skinny, while the other is heavy set. One has been married for years to the same man, one has been married three times (all husbands have passed away). Yet, they seem to be friends in ...
True love never dies. Well…almost never. Though unalike as snowflakes, sisters Patricia Anne and Mary Alice share a sympathetic heart for their distraught cousin Luke—known affectionately in his boyhood as “Pukey Lukey,” because of his penchant for getting sick in moving vehicles. Luke is desper...
2.5 stars.Anne George, the author of this series, was an old Southern woman. And reading these books is very much like sitting down and having a conversation with an old Southern woman. Which is a nice way of saying I rather think she was ignorant and slightly homophobic. Not only this but she tr...
Patricia Anne can’t imagine why Mary Alice is in such an uproar over her boy marrying sweet little Sunshine Dabbs. Ray found the Barbie doll lookalike on a trip to Bora Bora and Mary Alice is sure her new daughter-in-law is just after Ray’s money. The marriage is a done deal, but it’s only proper...
Those hilarious Southern sisters, who prove that sibling rivalry never ends, are heading for a vacation at the beach. Mary Alice’s flamboyant behavior aside, serious, sensible Patricia Anne looks forward to relaxing at her sister’s beachfront condo in Destin, Florida, so she kisses her ever-lovin...
Patricia Anne would swear that either she or her sister Mary Alice were switched at birth, except they were both born at home. Flashy, flirtatious Mary Alice is one foot taller, twice the body weight of Patricia Anne, and three times as likely to do something completely off the wall. But now Mary...
Number 3 in the Southern Sisters Mysteries is just as delightful as the two preceding ones were. The basic premise is the same-a murder occurs, the sisters get involved when they never should be because it's NONE of their business, but they don't seem to be able to help themselves. In the end the...
Her door was closed and no light shone under it. Fred put on his pajamas, went looking for the Tums, chewed a couple, and was in bed asleep before I had cleaned my face, brushed my teeth, and settled down to read. I envy him his ability to sleep anywhere and anytime. If we are out at night, it ta...