Showing posts with label 2017. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2017. Show all posts
Sunday, December 31, 2017
Monday, May 22, 2017
Friday, April 28, 2017
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
2017 #MarchMysteryMadness TBR (Long Version)
Anyway, add links and such to your TBR in the comments. And let’s have fun!
As Whitney once said: “Love is a Contact Sport.” So thanks for hanging out with me and ish.
#MarchMysteryMadness Co-host on the YouTube
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Saturday, February 18, 2017
2017 #MarchMysteryMadness Challenge
GROUP & LINKS
#MarchMysteryMadness GOODREADS GROUP
#MarchMysteryMadness on TWITTER
CO-HOSTS ON YOUTUBE
~~~~~ The Classic Mystery 50 Years or Older~~~~~
(Read a classic mystery from or before 1967)
“But suppose one doesn't quite know which one wants to put first. Suppose," said Harriet, falling back on words which were not her own, "suppose one is cursed with both a heart and a brain?'You can usually tell,' said Miss de Vine, "by seeing what kind of mistakes you make. I'm quite sure that one never makes fundamental mistakes about the thing one really wants to do. Fundamental mistakes arise out of lack of genuine interest. In my opinion, that is.”
Gaudy Night by Dorothy L. Sayers
There’s a phrase that’s been popular at lot less longer than these old classic pioneers of the mystery genre. It’s “she gets it from her mamma.” In this case, we’ve tumbled deep into getting it from our great-grandmothers and fathers. Now I’m not one to manage numbers well, but anyone shooting for Patricia Wentworth or Mary Roberts Rinehart will nail this one. Unless I’ve miscalculated once again.
But hey. The default is anything by Poe or Christie, right?
They’re always a safe bet. But who wants to be safe this year?
~~~~~ The First or Sequel~~~~~
(Read the first book in a series, or the sequel to another)
“Even at a glance, even in this light, I could tell my friend was dead. He lay on his side in what common sense told me must be blood. Only it didn’t smell like blood.My fingers clutched the flash. I stood for a moment, several moments. It seemed like hours. Finally I knelt and dipped my finger into the pool of liquid. It was thick and sticky. Paint. Bright-red house paint.
I straightened, wiping my finger on my jeans before I realized what I was doing.
‘Oh, Jake,’ I said, louder. My words echoed in the cavernous room, and then the old house enveloped me in ponderous silence. From outside came the bellow of foghorns on San Francisco Bay.”
The Cheshire Cat’s Eye by Marcia Muller
The question everyone wants to know is what happens next to our sleuth? What is the next logical or illogical step? Should the sleuth immediately call the police? Should the sleuth exam the body and, effectively, tamper evidence? Or the most important question: what is our sleuth's background? Or are you acquainted with his or her background and here for the next row of shenanigans? Or are you totally new to his or her system?
I guess the question is would you rather have new shoes or stick with your old hats?
Friday, February 17, 2017
Monday, February 13, 2017
#Readsoullit Photo Challenge (So Far)
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Challenge #3: Book and a Drink
Challenge #4 & 5: Made You Cry/5 Star Reads
Challenge #9: Books & Arts & Crafts
Challenge #11: Book and a Bag
Challenge #12: Currently Reading
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