A cozy mystery set on an island near Seattle, Washington, although I am not so sure just how cozy it could be to have someone drop dead right into your peach cobbler that you just made. Turns out she was poisoned. Dang. Was it your cobbler or the fudge you made up?
Getting side tracked here, but have you ever known anyone who was poisoned, other than by Aunt Louise’s shrimp salad that she left on the outdoors buffet table too long? Me, neither. But if you read enough mysteries, especially those written in the earlier half of the twentieth century, a lot of victims in those books died of poisoning. But not so much in modern murder mysteries. Do you think it is because it is harder to obtain poison these days, or because it is just easier to shoot their nasty a$$es?
Well, this was written in 2013, so poisoning must be still a viable (you’ll pardon the pun) option for murderers.
This was a pretty good tale, revolving around a group of ladies of a certain age, (and all of them with enough money to not be sweating the next mortgage payment), who live on this island near Seattle. The principle character owns an inn, and is divorced. Her ex, a politician, traded her in for a newer model. He is currently governor of the state. Her friends are all single ladies, with a couple of exceptions. One of those exceptions drove off a cliff and thereby successfully killed herself. But no one knows why. Then there was Martha, of the peach cobbler face plant. And then the old guy who refinished furniture so our main character could sell it as a side means of earning money. He was whacked.
It all ties in with the women’s shelter where several of the group volunteered. I am not telling you how, but it was interesting. There was enough action to keep you turning pages, and I had an inkling about three quarters through the book as to the perpetrator/s. OK, OK, so it was just a wild guess, so sue me. But I was right. Aha!
Oh, golly! I almost forgot to tell you about the ghosts. Mind like a sieve. Yeah, so, the inn has ghosts. There is the adult Charlotte, maybe that’s not her name, but she moves things and helps out in times of danger. And a little girl who does mischievous things. And the inn owner’s dead mother. She is the best. She died several months ago, and our gal has the ashes in an urn in her garage, intending to take them back to Ohio in accordance with her mother’s wishes. As the story progresses and things start getting hairy, her mother starts to call her on her (the mother’s) cell phone, in which the batteries are dead. As dead as mom, actually. Our gal answers the phone and dang if it isn’t really mom! So mom and the phone figure fairly prominently throughout the rest of the book, helping out with the whole mystery. It was really fun, unapologetic paranormal in an otherwise straight forward mystery.
This is I think the first of a three book series, The Old Maids of Mercer Island. I might try to acquire the others, because I have only about 3,000 titles on my TBR list, so what’s a few more, right?
Oh, and another track leading to the side….. There is another book titled Innkeeping with Murder, by Tim Myers, although he spells it with one word. So I guess Inn Keeping is a pun on ‘in keeping with’, while Innkeeping is the actual word ‘innkeeping’. That one seems to be about a light house and is a free download so of course I downloaded it because see above statement about my TBR list. And if you want to try Mr. Myers’ book, here is the link to the free download, because, yes, I am a river to my people.
So, dear Gentle Readers, stay away from peach cobbler, fudge of uncertain origins, seafood that has sat out in the sun too long, and try to stay alive until next we meet. I, meanwhile, am going to start a list of those I would like to hear from who have already gone to the Big Cyber Cafe in the Sky. Gee, I hope they have my new cell phone number.