![]() ![]() I also liked that the main character is a cruciverbalist and there are lots of crossword clues and wordplay throughout. ![]() That being said, it *is* a clever plot device and the author does a good turn. ![]() The mystery and main plot-line has a fair number of parallels with golden age plots from yesteryear and I can think of half a dozen which are quite similar. The book is surprisingly full of misandry and I can't think of one single positively portrayed male character who actually made it to the end of the book alive. A series of bizarre murders has stumped the local woefully underqualified police inspectors and Judith and her allies go boldly forward where the official investigative powers-that-be can't easily go. This is an interesting and engaging cozy featuring a 77 year old (but quite young at heart) woman and her two unlikely allies, a young dog walker mom, and the local vicar's wife. I've really become enamored of ebooks with interactive formats lately. ![]() It's worth noting that the ebook format has a handy interactive table of contents as well as interactive links. Released in the USA 3rd May 2022 by Poisoned Pen Press, it's 304 pages and is available in hardcover, paperback, audio, and ebook formats. The Marlow Murder Club is the first book in an amateur sleuth village cozy mystery series by Robert Thorogood. ![]()
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![]() ![]() The only downside was that my theory there was a kraken in this proved incorrect! The romance arc in this novel is certainly one of the best I've read, so believable in the developing tensions between its two leads, and it was fascinating to explore other aspects of the setting of the Kingdom Isles (I thoroughly loved the chapters set on the island of Wvlpa and the indepth look at illoba culture, gloriously well-written), and the ending is truly bittersweet, with several "What the hell just happened" moments in the final chapters that will definitely leave the readers aching for the next book in the series (I know I need the third book like yesterday!) Sonntag has really fleshed him out into a sympathetic and likeable character, in that you get to see in greater detail the reason why he is the man he is. Sonntag's debut novel, and boy, what an enjoyable roller coaster it's been! Maylie Shadow takes a back seat in this one but that makes it no less enjoyable I was a bit ambivalent about Ferryn in the first novel, but in giving him the helm (no pun intended!), D.M. ![]() So after re-reading the Lightning Bride and my first read of the Mermaid's Shadow got me in the mood to return to the Kingdom Isles, I was itching to get started on the sequel to D.M. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() This is an IR novella in the Lunchtime Chronicles Serial with Siera London, Olivia Gaines, and Xyla Turner. When need and desire are given free rein, the results are explosive. Bobby and Mercy will test the boundaries between friends with benefits. Little do they know, the passion building between the two of them refuses to be confined to only a few days. Mercy will give herself permission to let go, just this one time. Bobby will use every skill at his disposal to stop Mercy from walking away. A weekend mix-up, that seems more like a setup, brings them to a point of no return. Lunchtime Chronicles: Red Light Special was written by USA Today Bestselling Author Reana Malori From the moment they met, Bobby Cooke and Mercy Webster have wanted to be more than friends, if you could even call them that. ![]() See all of the Lunchtime Chronicles series HERE. ![]() You can read this before Lunchtime Chronicles, Issue 8: Red Light Special PDF EPUB full Download at the bottom. Here is a quick description and cover image of book Lunchtime Chronicles, Issue 8: Red Light Special written by Reana Malori which was published in November 19th 2019. Brief Summary of Book: Lunchtime Chronicles, Issue 8: Red Light Special by Reana Malori ![]() ![]() ![]() "Just because something is imagined doesn't mean it isn't dangerous." This wildly imaginative debut explores what happens when the secret worlds that people hide within themselves come to light. And when a sinister force threatens to alter reality for good, they will have to do everything they can to stop it before it unravels everything they know. ![]() But as he and the others are dragged into unimaginable worlds that materialize out of nowhere-the gym warps into a subterranean temple, a historical home nearby blooms into a Victorian romance rife with scandal and sorcery-Kane realizes that nothing in his life is an accident. And it’s not just Kane who’s different, the world feels off, reality itself seems different.Īs Kane pieces together clues, three almost-strangers claim to be his friends and the only people who can truly tell him what’s going on. He can’t remember how he got there, what happened after, and why his life seems so different now. Inception meets The Magicians in the most imaginative YA debut of the year!Īll Kane Montgomery knows for certain is that the police found him half-dead in the river. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I didn’t notice that eagerness until I was eleven, when I was given a bursary to attend Sunningdale, a boys’ prep school. And so they came to West Drayton, and a few years later I turned up: the eldest son of two doctors, with an eagerness to please their adopted country. At the time of their departure, Amin was busily wiping out anyone who might represent a future threat to his rule, and my parents – then attendees of two of the best schools in Uganda – were firmly within his target demographic. Maybe that wasn’t such a bad attitude to have after all, my parents were brought to the UK as refugees, fleeing the hyper-violent regime of Idi Amin, and so there was no question that they had been given a second chance at life. So here’s my experience of growing up in Britain it was always a case of making sure that I was grateful. ![]() ![]() “She also wrote that he was ‘very … soggy’? Whatever that means.” ![]() She cocked her head at the paper in her hand. Something about ‘he’d probably offer his firstborn for our help.’” Em stopped suddenly and grabbed my arm, pulling me to a door labeled 265. “Can this guy even afford us? This place is a dump.” I kicked at a splinter poking out of the old wooden floor. I always thought she secretly liked the anonymity. ![]() I scratched at the scarf covering my head and pulled my hood back up. The planks of the worn wooden floor creaked under my boots and yellow lights flickered on the peeling walls. “THIS WAY, SYN,” Em said, as we walked down the hallway of the old apartment building. ![]() In 2020, the Last American to Receive a Civil War Pension has Died ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() They are tired and muddy from their long march through the night. Your brain at this moment is composed of brigades of tiny Bolivian soldiers. There must be a million ways to describe being high on cocaine. We all dreamed of working at The New Yorker (the narrator works at an unnamed magazine’s Department of Factual Verification that was remarkably similar, it was said, to the Condé Nast publication, where McInerney briefly worked as a fact-checker) and hitting the hottest clubs every night.īut Bright Lights, Big City resonated with us not just for the subject matter, but because the writing was so good. To publishing drones, McInerney was a folk hero of almost Kerouac-esque proportions. McInerney’s second-person protagonist was the voice we thought we needed to guide us through our salad days. ![]() At the publishing house where I had my first job as an editorial assistant, you could not swing a manuscript without hitting a copy of the book on a desk, in a tote bag, or mislaid on a table in the copying room. Jay McInerney’s first novel, a tale of love and loss and nightclubs and redemption was hailed, at least by everyone I knew, as a brilliant slice of twentysomething GenX life–plus or minus the cocaine, of course. And even then, clearly the Times book reviewer did not. I guess you had to be there to appreciate the novel at the time. “A clever, breezy–and in the end, facile documentary,” was what they said. The New York Times was not impressed with Bright Lights, Big City when it first appeared in 1984. ![]() ![]() ![]() So in the original chronicle, the horse was brought to Richard in order to spirit him away from the battle to live another day but in Shakespeare’s version, Richard calls for a horse, not so that he might make an escape but so that he might indeed, as in the chronicle, bring the war to an end of die in the attempt. ![]() However, Hall goes on to note that Richard rejected this idea, since he was determined to ‘make an end of all battles or else there finish his life’. They began ∣ ne to suspect fraude and to smell treason, and not only exhorted but de ∣ terminatly aduysed hym to saue hym selfe by flyght: and when the losse of the battayle was imminent and apparante, they brought to hym a swyfte and a lyght horse to conuey hym awaie. ![]() ![]() ![]() Much has been said about the Church dying in American. Why? So that the Church can be the Church! I agree with Gushee that the Church needs to change its mind. Gushee claims that he titled the book, Changing Our Mind, “because I believe the question that matters is whether the collective mind of the Church universal can and ought to change.” ![]() Gushee’s call is bigger than changing our individual minds. And, of course, Gushee means more than the Catholic Church. Gushee challenges the Church (yes, capital C) to repent and change its mind to fully accept the LGBTQ community. That’s what David Gushee has done in his latest book, Changing Our Mind: A Call From America’s Leading Evangelical Ethics Scholar for Full Acceptance of LGBTQ Christians in the Church. But as opposed to emphasizing how horrible we sinners are, the word simply means “ Change your mind.” So, what happened when the leading American Evangelical ethicist repents? He asked the whole Church to change its mind, too. David Gushee, author of “Changing Our Mind”ĭo shivers run down your spine when you hear that word? Well, there’s no getting around it – repent is an important biblical word. ![]() ![]() Read More: Review of Earthlings by Sayaka Murata Convenience Store Woman That wonderful convenience store woman helped me get my best foot forward as I started my commute into the centre of Tokyo, and I’ll always be grateful to her for it.Īs I devoured page after page of Convenience Store Woman I imagined its setting to be that same convenience store in Inagi-shi, and its wonderfully odd protagonist, Keiko, to be my same convenience store woman with her clock wound back a decade or so. ![]() ![]() She said it all with a toothy smile that some might call robotic or automated, but I was lulled to joy by each and every morning, rain or shine. She would greet me time and again with the same rising and falling pitch of her voice as she almost sang, ‘ ohayou gozaimasu!’ The phrase beginning low, reaching a squeaky midpoint and at last dropping to a near growl at the end. ![]() |