The Pirate Queen begins in Ireland with the notorious Grace O’Malley, a scourge to the most powerful fleets of sixteenth-century Europe. This Irish clan chieftain and pirate queen was a contemporary of Elizabeth I, and a figure whose life is the stuff of myth. Regularly raiding English ships caug...
Pam Nilsen is looking for teenage prostitute Trish Margolin and the murderer of Trish's best friend. Her search brings her into contact with the world of teenage prostitutes and runaways on the streets of Seattle and Portland. The author won the Crime Writers' Association Award in 1992.
Cassandra Reilly arrives in Venice to see why her best friend Nicky Gibbons, bassoonist extraordinaire, has been accused of stealing a Venetian family heirloom. With an international cast of characters, the luminous backdrop of Venice, and the author's trademark wit, the mystery is as thrilling a...
Thus far, I have enjoyed or at least appreciated all the books I've been assigned to read for my detective novel class this semester. Or at least, I did - and then Cassandra Reilly and her associated foolery stomped into my life. In hindsight, I suppose the description on the back of the book sho...
I'm updating this to five stars. It def has its flaws (it's heavily centred on the white protagonist's political understanding, there is a lack of nuance in some of the perspectives advanced, etc) but I just enjoyed it so thoroughly and it really spoke to me.--At first I had a laugh about how clu...
Cassandra Reilly arrives in Venice to see why her best friend Nicky Gibbons, bassoonist extraordinaire, has been accused of stealing a Venetian family heirloom. With an international cast of characters, the luminous backdrop of Venice, and the author's trademark wit, the mystery is as thrilling a...
In the harbor, masts poked out of the mist like knitting needles from white cotton batting. The gulls swooped over the glassy water and perched watchfully on boats. Leaving the Seaman’s Hotel after breakfast, I could feel the cobblestones of the old town under my feet, but I couldn’t see my legs....