I loved this book. I'm not a person who is usually found giggling out loud at stories but Emma Kennedys retelling of the trauma of her family summer holidays struck a chord with me. Perhaps it was because it reminded me of my own childhood forays into camping but I found myself laughing uncontrol...
Emma Kennedy is exactly the same in print as when she appears on TV. I think she won the UK celebrity masterchef. She appears as slightly nutty and her book is the same. It tells of how her and a friend, after university head off to San Francisco, stay with Emma's very tight-fisted cousin and the...
said Barbu D’Anvers with a grimace. Standing at the window of his office in the Valiant Vaudeville Theatre, he was staring down into the street. “That ghastly detective is back with his idiot Inspector and that revolting child. Is there any way we can stop them? Can’t I ban them from coming in or...
Goodman liked it, but Mrs. Speckle knew better than to take it in until the color was just right. The detective’s peppermint tea needed to be the color of spring grass: any lighter and he would complain that it was too weak, any darker and there would be an afternoon of frowns that Mrs. Speckle c...
Being a unit that was off the beaten track, they had never been furnished with a grand arsenal. Between them, there was one rifle that was taken home each week on a rota basis and an assortment of broom handles and sticks that passed for guns. Instead of grenades, they had brown paper bags filled...