book description:All it took was one scone. When the hot-tempered (and widely hated) hobbyist Yvonne Gaynor eats a tainted pastry at Kiki's scrapbooking crop party, it triggers an allergy that leads to Yvonne's death. Even worse, the police suspect foul play when they realize that someone tampere...
I gave this book four stars because I was pleasantly surprised. I am an avid scrapbooker, and a fellow scrapper suggested the series. I didn't have high expectations, but hoped it would be a light summer read. It was thoroughly enjoyable from start to finish. I immediately took a liking to the ma...
I've given this author 4 tries now and I think this is the last one for me. The main character, Kiki Lowenstein, is just getting on my nerves for reasons too numerous to mention. But the biggie for me is the on again- off again romance with Detweiler, the police detective that started with the fi...
I did take a quick break from my library books to read a book just for me. Fun fluff. That's what the Kiki Lowenstein books are all about. If you love scrapbooking and you love mysteries, you'll love these books. It helps that I identify with frumpy housewife Kiki, even if I never had the pampere...
About as exciting as scrap booking :)Ok, so apparently there are more books in this series, I haven't read those and now I don't think I will.I found it to be very amateurish. The title and the book cover are quite misleading. The first couple of chapters and the last couple of chapters deal with...
I told my husband when we were alone in our room and snug in our bed with the eiderdown coverlet pulled over us. After looking in on Ned and Adèle, I had been more than ready to retire. “Lady Ingram greeted Lucy without warmth but respectfully. The slight she dealt me is my burden and mine alone....
We can check on Adela while we are up there in the dormitory. There’s no need for you to carry that pillowcase and your wet shawl and bonnet along to see Mrs. Thurston. But we need to hurry. It will soon be time for dinner.” I followed Miss Miller as she trudged through the house. While she was c...
My head began to throb. Sheila pulled me close again and murmured soothing sounds. She thrust a mop of tissues into my hand, and I wiped my face indelicately. “There, there,” she patted my hair. “Shush. Shush.” The driver interrupted with, “Miss? Um, Miss Lowenstein, this can’t be your pet.” I di...