Book Review: Charlaine Harris’ Real Murders
Aurora Teagarden, small town librarian and true crime buff, becomes involved at the center of a murderous story of her own, as members of her book club are targeted in a series of copycat murders.
Aurora Teagarden, small town librarian and true crime buff, becomes involved at the center of a murderous story of her own, as members of her book club are targeted in a series of copycat murders.
All aboard for murder, as the Cape Farewell steams out to sea, carrying a serial strangler who says it with flowers and a little song. It’s be up to Inspector Roderick Alleyn to deal with a collection of neurotic, bombastic, shifty, and passionate passengers at one another’s throats.
Lord Peter untangles the ghastly mystery of the corpse, shaved after death, in the bath, naked but for a pair of gold pince-nez.
This year’s Mardian Mawris dance includes several sacrifices, and the suspects are numerous. Detective-Inspector Alleyn dances about with various villagers, a close-knit family, and a nutty dowager.
The dead are everywhere with their eyes taken and red ribbons entangling their necks. When a psychic appears to have the details, Lieutenant Eve Dallas accepts help from her only to find the stakes raised when her partner, Dee Peabody is attacked.
In the year 2059, technology and humanity collide and a new computer virus has become the latest form of terrorism. Both sides are willing to kill and Reva Ewing appears to be a stumbling block, one that involves Roarke. It’s the murders that involve Lt Eve Dallas.
A charming English village and a cast of aristocrats reveal the darkness of betrayal with the help of a trout and a fish-eating cat to Chief Detective-Inspector Alleyn.
For Inspector Roderick Alleyn, the trip was to be official; for his family, a Mediterranean romp. But a plot torn from the pages of a gothic novel soon engulfed them all. Alleyn’s son was kidnapped. A very wealthy spinster was murdered. And in an eerie chateau, carved out of the Riviera mountainside, Alleyn faced the ultimate jet-set cult.
Even down in New Zealand, war-fueled spy fever is running wild when strange lights and signals being sent out to sea are sighted. There must be a spy in their midst! More mystery arises when one of the health-seekers meets his demise in the mud baths.
There’s never a dull moment at the Vulcan, from the leading lady’s liaison to the harassment of an inadequate actress. But vanity and hysterics, suspicion and superstition, brandy and jealousy, are upstaged by a death on opening night.