An excellent mystery with believable characters and 2 wonderful cats with mysterious magical abilities. One can disappear and the other can walk thru walls. The main character is a librarian who has just moved to Minnesota from Boston. Her library is being renovated and accidents keep happenin...
Silly. I read the first in the series and enjoyed it enough to read this one. But SK's taken the cat thing too far. Okay, I blame myself-the title includes "Magical Cat" in it, so I shouldn't be surprised. It's one thing for the cats to have their little abilities but having Kathleen be so afraid...
Imagine a cat who seems to have magical powers. Now add another cat who also has magical powers and you have a thoroughly enjoyable, giggle out loud story. This is the 3rd book in Sofie Kelly's Magical Cats Mystery and I, for 1 am really looking forward to more. Sofie writes about everyday, norma...
3.5 I would have given the book 4 but I didn't like the ending very much. I felt like the ending was too abrupt very much like one of those romance novels that ends with a kiss. At least those get an epilogue usually, but because this is a series we don't even get that. I did enjoy the book but a...
I pulled up the hood of my yellow slicker, folded both arms over the front of the raincoat and ran for my back door, my happy face–covered rubber boots clomping across the wet grass and sending water spraying up onto my jeans. It seemed as though all the rain we hadn’t gotten in April we were now...
She had convinced both her history and art teachers to let her shadow Margo, which meant that she’d been Margo’s unpaid grunt on Tuesday and Thursday mornings for the previous two weeks. I pulled up the hood of my raincoat and sprinted across the pavement, dodging the pudd...
“If there’s another…furry trespasser up there I’m going to scream.” I was pretty sure the noise had been caused by a furry trespasser, just not the kind she meant. “I’ll go look,” I said, reaching for the bag by my feet and slinging it over my shoulder. If I saw—and I did mean saw—the fur ball I ...
“Were you sleeping on my chair?” I asked Owen. His whiskers twitched, as though he were thinking about my question. Then he gave a sharp, short meow. I reached for the little clump of cat hair. “Okay, so you might not have been sleeping,” &nbs...
I was standing at the counter waiting for the coffeemaker. “Are you up?” he said. “Yes,” I teased. “I had to get up. The phone was ringing.” “Did I wake you?” he said. “I’m sorry.” I laughed. “I’m kidding. I was up. I’m just ...