This is one of my favorite books, probably because I first read it at a young and impressionable age. I don't mean that it's a bad book that I only love because I was too dumb to know otherwise; it's just that adolescence is so intense that it allows these lasting and powerful impressions. It's b...
In her latest adventure, Mrs. P heads back to the Middle East—destination: Syria, this time. A very mysterious set of circumstances surrounds a plane hijacking that was averted from danger by a young American girl who walked up to a hijacker and asked for his gun, which was instrumental in freein...
I have not read other books in this series and chose this one because it took place in Bulgaria, and I had recently traveled there. It mentioned a very few places and things I had seen, but did not bring back a lot of "been there" memories. The time is the communist era. Mrs. Pollifax is an Aga...
Mrs. Pollifax is sent on assignment to Africa - on safari, as we already know from the title - with instructions from the CIA to photograph everyone in her safari party, as one of them is an international assassain with the code name of Aristotle. So she stops at Abercrombie's to get properly out...
I loved The Clairvoyant Countess as a kid and still have a great fondness for the book today (reading it through the lens of the era in which it was written), so I was really excited to discover that the author had decided, 30 years later, to revisit the characters. Well, I enjoyed this book for ...
Emily Pollifax goes to Hong Kong for CIA Bishop and young friend Sheng Ti. Feng Imports has sent false reports for two months, co-owner Detweiler, now addict, lives in store. Psychic Hitchins seeks Inspector Hao for his son Alec. Eric the Red leads terrorists to take over the citadel and city wit...
“They’re going to kill me soon…” When the quiet and shy Amelia Jones reads these words, her life changes irrevocably. She’s just become the new owner of the Ebbtide Shop, a musty antique store filled with merry-go-round horses and hurdy-gurdies, and it is while fixing one of these barrel organs ...
Mrs. Pollifax's fourth adventure takes her somewhere new (well, if you don't count her brief stop there at the end of the last book, but that was after the action was over) - Switzerland. And this mission is a promotion of sorts: instead of a courier assignment, this one is about reconaissance. S...
As a psychic to the public, Madame Karitska has seen a lot. But when a chance encounter with Detective-Lieutenant Pruden of the Police Department catapults her into the unforseen, she must use all of her resources to keep danger--and death--at bay....
It was a pity this book was such a let-down after the first well-written and really cute novel. It wasn't terrible, but it had a couple of problems:Too Many CoincidencesObviously, a reader's going to need suspended disbelief to continue reading some of these books. In the first book, it wasn't ...
Following Mrs. Pollifax through her adventures around the world takes me to China in this book #6. I like her. Dorothy Gilman has created a character that I'd like to know as a real person. There are several things that appeal to me about this series - the wide-eyed interest in people and cult...
Pollifax CHAPTER 3 During the first hour of her transatlantic flight Mrs. Pollifax had time to consider the events of the afternoon, but she was not at all certain that this was to her advantage. Her head still spun from her briefing with Carstairs, and it was difficult to find some graspable poi...
I caught a bus across town that deposited me in front of a store with a brand-new window and the name S. S. Schwarz, Skull Cap Mfr., overhead. In the window, on shelves, sat tall, conical spools of thread like so many Turkish fezes, and under them a pile of completed yarmulkes. I crossed the stre...
Pollifax CHAPTER 17 “Back—into the guardroom!” barked General Perdido, drawing the gun from his belt holster. “I’ll have Vassovic’s head for this. Lulash, see what they’ve done with Vassovic. At once.” As the general shouted orders, his attention distracted for a second, Mrs. Pollifax lifted her ...
Pollifax Ten Hafez stood very still in front of her but there was no quietness in him; he was taut with anxiety. He had been crying, of this there was no doubt, because his eyes were red-rimmed and his cheeks still damp. “Where have you been?” he cried despairingly. “I came to find you and you’d ...
Pollifax 17 Crouched in the rear of the van, Mrs. Pollifax watched their progress over Georgi’s shoulder. It was early twilight. The lights of the cafes in the tourist district spilled out across the cobblestones along with the sound of strident nasal folk songs shouted into microphones that dist...