This is a long overdue review for a book I read over a year ago and recently re-read. One of the things I like about it is that it rather breaks the rules of cozies, at least in my mind. Multiple points of view from an array of fascinating characters from different walks of life, plus a deeper an...
When Sheila had tripped, her eyeglasses flew off her face. She’d stumbled and landed on her knees, groping around for them. On this, her second day of running on the deck of the cruise ship, images of disaster ticked at her brain. What if she couldn’t find her glasses? What if they were broken? S...
The language department transferred her to the classics department; the classics department transferred her to the anthropology department. She wanted to scream. Eureka, she found a professor in German linguistics. “Thanks for the fax,” the professor said. “Certainly. I’m looking for information ...
Halloween was in a few weeks and it occurred to her that the place looked like something straight out of a clichéd horror movie. The sidewalk was cracked and lopsided. The house needed a good painting and the porch was sagging. If Emma was dead, she’d be turning over in her grave—but instead she ...
Vera said as she leaned back into her lounge chair. It was after lunch and they had all gathered at the pool, each one of them with outrageously expensive fruity alcoholic drinks in their hands. “You’d think most of them would be scrapbooking. After all, this is a scrapbooking cruise,” Sheila sai...
Annie said. “So I started looking into it. She made good money, but a lot of it, in big chunks, was going to this person in Switzerland, and you just can’t access those records quickly. No wonder she could afford to charge next to nothing for dance lessons.” “Switzerland? Who did she know in Swit...
Knitters were always up late at every retreat Cora had ever attended. What was it about knitting? “Hello,” Cora said in possibly a too-friendly voice for such a late hour. Members of the group glanced at her and some nodded. They appeared to be deep in conversation or a meditative state. The fire...
What do you say? Will you marry me?” Eric was hopeful. His eyebrows were lifted and he had a slight smile on his face. Vera’s face heated. Marriage? So, this was what the fuss was all about. The private elegant dining room overlooking Massanutten, the fresh tulips, the candlelight. Why hadn’t she...