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May 26, 2015

Books of the Week:

  • Plague Town, Plague Nation, Plague World, Dana Fredsti
  • Lord Peter Wimsey books, Dorothy L. Sayers
  • The Harry Potter Books, J.K. Rowling

I met Dana Fredsti at the Bram Stoker weekend in Atlanta. Sometimes, only a good zombie novel will do (at least for me). I tore through the three books in her zombie apocalypse series with glee. Ashley Parker, Barbie lookalike and back-at-college student, catches the flu that’s going around campus. She hasn’t had her flu shot. But after a terrible siege with the illness, she comes back to class to find that (a) she has a new, handsome, TA who dislikes her intensely and (b) the people who got their immunizations from Walker virus are not just dying, they’re coming back as flesh-eating zombies. After being bitten, Ashley discovers that she’s immune – and she’s much stronger than she ever was. The arc of these books follows the spread of the plague and of Ashley’s evolution as a snarky, sword-wielding heroine. I enjoyed all three books immensely, and I am hoping “Plague Universe” and “Plague Galaxy” are forthcoming.

 

Dorothy L. Sayers is one of the golden age queens of mystery, and I thought it would be fun to reread some of her stuff. Her protagonist, Lord Peter Wimsey, is a classic sleuth: titled, apparently silly, he is not only acknowledged by the police but is granted special privileges by some of them. Lord Peter has a very sensitive side, too. Not only does he suffer from what we would call now PTSD, he also feels tremendous anguish when someone he’s apprehended goes to the gallows. Lord Peter is aided in his sleuthing by his able servant Bunter and his policeman friend, Parker, who later in the books becomes Lord Peter’s brother in law. Of course these books show their age in some ways, but at the center of each book is a classic detective story. They are definitely worth reading.

 

Could J.K. Rowling work her magic on me a second time? I decided to reread all the Harry Potter books to find out. The answer was “yes.” I’ll tell you why: all her characters have dimensions. No one is simply good or bad. Even Snape has his reasons for being the unpleasant man he is. Harry is no walk in the park, very often, in fact. I was struck all over again by how hard it must have been for Ron and Hermione to stick with Harry during his multitude of trials and tribulations. Rowling works her own kind of magic in helping us to understand this in her wonderful books about the nature of friendship and loyalty.

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I have met people who say they never reread books. There are enough new ones, they maintain, to prevent their ever having a desire to return to one they’ve already experienced.

 

I can see that point of view when I look at my TBR bookcase – which is a double bookcase with books stacked sideways, by the way. I feel ridiculously secure when I look at it, because that many books stand between me and the horror of having nothing to read.

 

But actually, in rereading lies much pleasure and instruction. When you’ve read a book you particularly love and/or admire, rereading it can inform you exactly why you loved or admired it. As a writer, I learn so much by studying another writer’s bag of tricks! (Excuse me . . . craft.) What details about the world made it striking and indelible? What device to move the action forward felt totally appropriate? What characteristic of the protagonist rang true? On the flip side, what went wrong during the course of the book? What character outstayed his/her welcome? And what emotional note rang false? These are all things I look for when I go through a book the second time.

 

Here are some more-or-less modern books I’ve read multiple times: Mary Renault’s The King Must Die and The Bull from the Sea, Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle and The Haunting of Hill House, Robert Crais’s The Monkey’s Raincoat, Mary Stewart’s Nine Coaches Waiting, Lee Child’s The Killing Floor, Adam Hall’s Quiller books, C.S. Forester’s Hornblower novels, Robert B. Parker’s Spenser novels . . . I could go on and on, and maybe someday I will.

 

I think that just like having comfort food, most of us have comfort books, novels we turn to when the world is too much, or we’re in need of going over a familiar lesson again. It’s NOT silly to reread. Sometimes, it’s just what we need.

 

Charlaine Harris

April 27, 2015

Books of the Week:

 

  • Jewel of the Thames, Angela Misri
  • Baltic Gambit, E.E. Night
  • Deliver Us, Kathryn Casey

My friend Dana Cameron recommended Angela Misri’s book. Dana, as well as Angela Misri, apparently, is quite a Sherlockian. Whether you are or not  — and especially if you enjoyed Laurie King’s books – you are sure to enjoy Jewel of the Thames. A very sharp young woman is approached by a hitherto-unknown relative after she looses her mother. The fabulous but shady relative whisks Portia Adams off to England, to the London house Portia has inherited, which turns out to be 221 Baker Street . . . the house of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. This book is engaging and clever, and if you’re like me, you’ll want to read the next one.

 

I’ve long been a fan of E.E. Knight and his Vampire Earth series. Baltic Gambit, though told from the point of view of Alessa Duvalier rather than David Valentine, is every bit as good as its predecessors. In Knight’s world, America has been overcome by an alien race called the Kurians. They don’t have complete control, and there’s a very active rebellion. Both Duvalier and Valentine are rebels. It’s very interesting to see Valentine from another point of view, and also an interesting twist to see the two take off for the Baltic area, much farther than this series has ever ventured.

 

Kathryn Casey is a true crime writer, and Deliver Us is her book about the multiple killings along I-45 in Texas. In a fifty-mile stretch, over three decades, more than twenty women were found discarded in lonely stretches of waste ground, oilfields, forest . . . and many of them were very young. It’s clear that not all these women were killed by the same man or men, since there have been a few arrests and convictions, but most of the cases have never come to court. It’s like this area was a magnet for predators of a certain type. There’s a lot of food for thought in Casey’s narrative of this trail of tears. At least sharing between adjacent law enforcement agencies has improved, DNA samples have helped clear or convict defendants, and the kids of today certainly should be more aware of the dangers around them.

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One of the more interesting things about going to large expos, like ComicCon or Phoenix ComicCon, or C2E2 in Chicago, is the side-order of celebrities that comes with multimedia interest. In my celebrity ranking, writers are the stars of the firmament, and it’s always struck me as funny (or sad) that most writers would not be noticed by the average person on the street. Of course, Stephen King has a famous face. And Mary Higgins Clark, I think. Probably Lee Child, because he’s so tall? I’m sure there are others. But the lowliest television actor is more recognizable.

 

To me, people on the big screen are very hard to translate to real life. Somehow, because you’ve always seen their heads framed by the screen, you expect their heads to be bigger. No, I’m not making a snide comment. Two of the nicest people I’ve ever met at one of these shindigs, Cary Elwes and Sean Astin, were absolutely down to earth. And Amber Benson, of course, but then . . .  she’s a writer now.  (I’m leaving the cast of “True Blood” out of this, since I saw them many times.)

 

This past weekend at C2E2, I was waiting in my golf cart for a car to disgorge Stan Lee so I could take it back to the hotel. My convention escort said, “Here come M. Night Shyamalan and Matt Dillon.” If he hadn’t given me the tipoff, I never would have noticed them. There was no glow around them, and no large crowd of sycophants. Of course, they had a few people with them, but no one was throwing down rose petals where they walked or anything. They had to get from point A to point B in the cavernous convention center just like everyone else.

 

I’m not aiming for any particular point here about the nature of celebrity or how we all have to put our pants on one leg at a time.  But maybe if you want to see a weird jumble of celebrities past and present mixed in with current writers, one of these huge cons is the way to go.  Some of them have photo session areas, where after paying a fee you can have your picture made with them. Some of them are signing memorabilia. Some of them have brought cds or other things they’ve produced. Some of them have written books, actually.

 

But they’re not hanging around by a pool in California reading scripts. They’re out there hustling to stay in the public eye, to make a buck, to keep busy.  And they’re working hard to do this.

 

Just like me at my signing table.

 

Charlaine Harris

April 13, 2015

Books of the Week:

  • The Witch with No Name, Kim Harrison
  • Force of Attraction, D.D. Ayres
  • A Lovely Way to Burn, Louise Welsh
  • Duke City Desperado, Max Austin

I’ve had The Witch with No Name on my TBR bookcase ever since it was published. I guess I just hated to end the ride. But now that I’m reading it, I’m glad I waited. There’s so much in this book, it requires a lot of attention, and there are a lot of plot twists. Will Landon succeed in killing the demons and/or the vampires? Will Nina go completely vamp? How about Ivy? What will happen to Trent’s little girl, and Ray? All I can say it, Harrison handles this like the pro she is, and our Rachel Morgan is an equal pro at survival.
 

My friend D.D. Ayres has done a ton of research into K-9 officers, and it shows – in an ‘information dump’ kind of way, but in the authority with which she shows what these officers and their dogs do every day, and how heavy their responsibilities can be. Nicole “Cole” Jamieson has a new job and a new companion (a dog name Hugo). And then she’s handed a unique opportunity – an undercover job in which she can do a lot of good and impress her superiors, too. The catch is that the other officer involved is her ex-husband Agent Scott Lucca, now a K-9 officer too. To say their relationship ended badly is putting it mildly, and to say Scott has baggage is also an understatement. Force of Attraction puts them at serious risk of being killed . . . and of falling in love again.
 

Louise Welsh’s A Lovely Way to Burn is a fascinating book, but a melancholy one. Londoner Stevie Flint, who makes her living selling frivolous things on television, becomes convinced her lover, Dr. Simon Sharkey, was murdered. But London is in the midst of a pandemic called “The Sweats.” Who cares about one murder when so many people are dying? Beautiful Stevie becomes a serious person of determination as people all around her are dying. This is really an impressive novel. I could not put it down.
 

I also read a first draft of a Leigh Perry mystery (you’re gonna love it!) and read my friend Max Austin’s book Duke City Desperado, which is an ebook written for Random House’s Alibi imprint. I’m not completely certain when this book will be for sale, but if you love a caper-gone-wrong novel, you’ll love this book. Max Austin is an old buddy of mine writing under another name, but under any name he’s funny as hell.
 

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I don’t know about you, but when I’m trying to convince myself to get up in the morning I go over my week in my head. It was hard to convince myself that this morning was Sunday, because I went to church yesterday — granted, it was a funeral I attended, not a real service, but I already felt “churched.” I had to persuade myself it was truly Sunday.
 

Tomorrow I have a phone interview at 4 p.m. CST. Tuesday I have a dental appointment at 9:45. Wednesday-Friday, clear so far. BFF Paula arrives on Friday night, we work on Saturday and I have a radio interview at 12:30. Sunday I am supposed to go to a tea, a fund-raiser for animal rescue.
 

Of course, ALL WEEK I have to write and write and write. I’m heading into the home stretch for “Night Shift,” though not as close to the finish line as I’d hoped to be. There will be no free moments.
 

So that’s the week in anticipation. It’s my easiest week for a month or more, I think. Late April, May, and June are very busy for me. That is the norm, since I’ve had a May book for the last fifteen years.
 

It’s really easier when you can count on that at the beginning of the year, when I’m deciding which conventions I’m going to attend and the speaking engagements I’ll accept. I know now that May and June are always busy, that I don’t like accepting much of anything from November through February, and so on.
 

I’m trying to train myself to say “no” more often, but I had a few moments of weakness this year, and as a result I have about three more events than I like to have. In 2016, I’ll be tougher!
 

Charlaine Harris

March 30, 2015

Books of the Week:

  • Past Tense, Catherine Aird
  • Poison Fruit, Jacqueline Carey
  • The Shifting Price of Prey, Suzanne McLeod

It’s only fair to remark that I got about a third of the way through a mystery when I realized I just didn’t care about any of the characters enough to continue, though I recognized it was well-written. That happens sometimes. I find that the older I get, the less obliged I feel to continue a book if it doesn’t spark that excitement in me. But I gave it a fair shot, which is all a writers asks . . . at least, all this writer asks.
 

Catherine Aird has written book after book, and her they’re always worth reading.  Detective Chief Inspector Sloan and Detective Constable Crosby (the bane of Sloan’s existence from below, just as his superior, Police Superintendent Leeyes, is from above) are handed a very strange case in Past Tense. Josephine Short, a nursing home resident, has died, and when her relatives are informed of this, though they live in the same county, they had not known she was anywhere near. Very odd! And it gets odder, when yet another unknown relative arrives to share in the inheritance. Though it’s not terribly hard to figure out whodunit, the journey is more amusing than the destination.
 

Poison Fruit is by far my favorite of Jacqueline Carey’s Hel books. If you’ve been following the adventures of Daisy Johanssen, you’ll know Daisy, who is half demon, is the liaison between the domain of Hel and town of Pemkowet. She works at the police department, which makes its own kind of sense. Aside from having a tail, Daisy is a very likeable and ordinary young woman, but she’s become something more as she assumes her responsibility seriously. Another hell-spawn, a lawyer, is buying up important land in Pemkowet for an unknown party. Daisy is rightly suspicious when the land just happens to be adjacent to Hel. To come out on top of this situation, Daisy has to confront the thing she fears the most, and conquer it. She also has to resolve her confusing love life.
 

Suzanne McLeod is a friend of mine, though we don’t get to see each other as often as we’d like (I’m assuming she’d say the same!). I was shocked to find out one of her Spellcracker books, The Shifting Price of Prey, had hidden from me on my own To Be Read bookcase. So not only did I have an unexpected book to read, but it was considerably longer than the others in McLeod’s series about Genevieve (Genny), who is now running a company which can solve your magical problem. Genny cannot perform magic, but she can break (crack) spells. I do NOT recommend letting this be your first Spellcracker book. It would be better to start at the beginning to maximum enjoyment out of Prey. There are a lot of elements in this book that original in previous ones: the fae’s fertility problem, Genny’s persecution by the head vampire of London, the ousting of the police witch who tried to kill her. Though McLeod does a great job of filling the reader in, knowing the characters is a big plus, and this is a complicated book, with Genny ricocheting from crisis to crisis with different powers and at least three goals. It’s well worth the prep work!

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Travelling time is coming up. And this year, I have a new suitcase! I travel so much that I buy my luggage for visibility, not durability.
 

This started about six years ago, when my hard-working black suitcase wore out. I swore I would never get another one like it.
 

I looked at a lot of websites until I found a suitcase I could spot across the room without my glasses on. This hard-sided suitcase was supposed to look like the hide of a white and tan cow (perhaps), and it provoked a lot of comment. When I would tell a driver, “You can’t miss it,” I would actually mean that. I never saw another suitcase like it, though logically I knew mine had not been the only one manufactured, until one very strange night in Shreveport when four rolled out on the baggage carousel. Four. Identical. Suitcases. In this freaky pattern. Three were empty. The fourth one was mine. I have never understood or been able to imagine the story behind that.
 

My next bag, the one just deceased, was aqua and brown and had tan and black circles on it. It was a good size and I could spot it (though not from the next planet, as I had the first one). Unfortunately, I took it out of the country a few times, and it was cloth. It began to show wear and tear, and a zipper got cranky, and one of the plastic feet. Then it frayed. Goodbye, circle bag!
 

My new one is imitation crocodile. At least, I am pretty sure that crocodiles don’t come in burgundy. I think it is beautiful, though a bit small. (Maybe I’ll see if I can get a larger model, too.) Crocodile bag is about as conspicuous as the circle bag, but it seems to inspire more respect. It also attracts more admiration than the cow bag. I’m all for that!
 

If there’s ever a company that makes a diagonally striped suitcase in green and blue . . . could you have them give me a call? I’ll be glad to test it for them.
 

Charlaine Harris

March 23, 2015

Books of the Week

  • Last Writes, Catherine Aird
  • The Last Kashmiri Rose, Barbara Cleverly
  • Now You See Her, Sharon Bolton
  • Murder in Waiting, Mignon G. Eberhart

Even minor work by Catherine Aird is sure to entertain, and this collection of her short stories is no exception. Some of the stories are about the characters who made her name:  Detective Inspector Sloan and Detective Constable Crosby. Some are about Henry Tyler, works in the government just prior to WWII, and always has a revelation when he’s visiting his married sister in the country. And some are about Rhuaraidh Macmillan, Sheriff of Fearnshire in the time of Mary Tudor, who is every bit as good a detective as a modern Sherlock. Last Writes is a good book to have on your shelf for when you just want a small bite.
 

If you are an enthusiastic reader of historic mysteries, you really need to pick up Barbara Cleverly’s The Last Kashmiri Rose. This book had been on my TBR pile for quite a time, and I pulled it out almost at random. Set in India in 1922, it’s about a series of murders of Englishwomen, all regimental wives. In a terrible climate and in an inhospitable social setting, Scotland Yard Inspector Joe Sandilands is sent to investigate the crimes. This’ll knock your socks off. It’s a great snapshot of a moment in history.
 

Sharon Bolton was a familiar name, though I’d never read her work, but Now You See Her was highly recommended by a friend. I am so glad it was. Set in England, it’s a twisty whodunit with a surprise around every corner. Detective Constable Lacey Flint, visiting a housing project to talk to a witness, is horrified to find a woman knifed to death propped up against her car. Flint is not a serious suspect in the death, but she’s eyed with suspicion by some, especially the scarred Detective Joesbury, who seems to have it in for Lacey. Her rough background counts against Lacey. She is trying hard to be a great cop, but struggling against the minor lawlessness in the past, and her sting as a homeless person. But someone’s stalking her, someone who knows all about Lacey.
 

Mignon G. Eberhart is a familiar name to anyone who started reading mysteries in the fifties and sixties, though her career began much earlier. Eberhart wrote over fifty books and was named a Grand Master of the Mystery Writers of America, a huge honor. Her best-known works are about Nurse Sarah Keate, but this novel is about Bea Bartry, whose uncle’s murder opens the book. Bea’s uncle was a judge, and he was writing his memoirs, and he was beginning to suffer from dementia, which pretty much guarantees he’ll be killed if you’re reading a murder mystery.  Murder in Waiting has all the Eberhart trademarks: an affluent setting, thwarted young love, and a satisfying ending.
 

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Easter is almost on us, and with it the Christian traditions of dying eggs, imagining a giant rabbit that hides them, and overdosing on chocolate and ham. Nowadays the eggs are plastic and filled with (more) candy, which takes the suspense out of finding them. My husband often relates the story of the Easter it was raining at his parents’ house, so the real eggs were hidden all around, including down in the basement. Uncounted. So no one knew one was missing until a terrible smell arose down the stairs . . .
 

Now our daughter, in her capacity as Tia J, hides the eggs in our yard, and our grandchildren search for them with great excitement. This will be the first Easter our granddaughter has been able to walk, so she’ll get to hunt by herself. But we’ll all be watching! Happiness can be so simple.
 

Whether you’re a Christian or not, it’s Spring! There’s no more optimistic time of the year. It seems possible you’re really going to clean out that closet, give away those books, or organize that cabinet. Our frozen northern neighbors will certainly thaw out. Our own jonquils will bloom, and then the azaleas. Sweaters and coats will be banished to the back of the closet once again.
 

And in late April, early May, I’ll be on the road, very much off and on, for a couple of months. But I’m pushing off thinking about that now. For now, my thoughts are on that giant bunny.
 

Charlaine Harris

March 9, 2015

Books of the Week

  • City of Stairs, Robert Jackson Bennett
  • Pocket Apocalypse, Seanan McGuire
  • Deadshifted, Cassie Alexander
  • Uprooted, Naomi Novik, on sale JUNE 30

The jacket copy, which calls City of Stairs a “stunningly original work of fantasy,” is not exaggerating. I had never read Robert Jackson Bennett’s work before, and I could never in a hundred years have imagined the world he has created. Shara Thivani, a citizen of the nation that has long ago conquered Bulikov, arrives to investigate a murder. Disguised as a minor functionary, she is accompanied by  her savage aide, Sigrud. Thivani’s country conquered Bulikov by killing its Gods, but are they really all gone? Or just biding their time? The evidence of their works is all around Bulikov, and maybe the Gods are, too.
 

If you love the Aeslin mice, who worship the Price family, as much as I do, you’ll be glad to see them again in Pocket Apocalypse, in which shy scientist Alexander Price goes home with his Australian fiancé, Shelby Tanner, whose family is the Aussie equivalent of the Prices, who monitor the supernatural community of the United States  . . . and have many enemies. As it turns out, the Tanners’ group pretty much numbers among those enemies. But they’re in crisis, because there’s an outbreak of heretofore unknown werewolves on the continent, and they need Alex, who’s had experience with the creatures. He brings a colony of Aeslin mice with him, to establish them in a country where they’re thought to be extinct. The Aeslins are unexpectedly useful. I read this in a big gulp, since I love everything Seanan McGuire/Mira Grant has ever written.
 

Cassie Alexander’s novels about nurse Edie Spence get even darker with Deadshifted. Edie is taking a cruise with her beloved, Asher, a shapeshifter. But first thing, Asher recognizes an old patron of his, who was evil in the past and is even more evil now. The cruise turns into a ship of the dead, and it’s all Edie can do to rescue Asher and survive herself, with an unexpected ally or two. Edie just can’t catch a break, but she continues to be an amazingly human and strong character.
 

I was absolutely delight to get an ARC of Naomi Novik’s new novel, Uprooted. This is not one of her Temeraire series, but something quite different and wonderful. A magician called the Dragon comes to receive his tribute from Agnieszka’s village every year, but every ten years he takes a young village woman to serve him. Agnieszka’s best friend, the prettiest girl in the village, is the one everyone assumes will be taken, but to their astonishment he senses magic in Agnieszka and takes her instead. The Dragon turns out to be total jerk, and Agnieszka is pretty miserable until the magic lessons start . . . and then she’s blossoming into something completely different. This is a wonderful story, and I hope you read it. It’s HIGH RECOMMENDED. It’ll be on sale JUNE 30.
 

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I was thinking the other day about mysteries I read when I was in my teens, books that shaped and influenced me. I remembered a name I hadn’t heard in a long time – Dell Shannon. No, not the singer, but the mystery writer.
 

Dell Shannon was only one of the names Barbara “Elizabeth” Linington used. It’s just the name she used when she was nominated for three Edgars. In a time when women did not write police procedurals, “Dell Shannon” did. Hers were about LAPD Homicide Lieutenant Luis Mendoza. He was a former card shark, and when he needed to think he shuffled cards. Not only were these procedurals, the lead character was a Latino man married (at least during part of the series) to an Anglo woman.
 

I truly think I read all of them. I was delighted to find they’re now available for e-readers, if you’d like to sample them. I’ve ordered an old favorite in print version for a penny (yes, a penny!) plus shipping.
 

If you haven’t encountered Dell Shannon, you may have encountered Lesley Egan.  The Lesley Egan books are mysteries, too. I have read at least five of them, maybe more. I inhaled mysteries as a teen.
 

I was surprised to discover Dell Shannon and Lesley Egan are one and the same writer. I counted 26 books under the Egan name, and a staggering 41 as Dell Shannon. Under Elizabeth Linington, she managed a paltry 16, and there are one each under the names Anne Blaisdell and Egan O’Neill.
 

I’m exhausted just thinking about this output. These were all written between 1955 and 1988, when Linington passed away. Eight-five books in 33 years.  (At least two of these were published after her death.) What an amazing legacy.
 

I am so happy to have rediscovered this prolific writer, and I’m really looking forward to finding out how her writing has aged.

February 23, 2015

Books of the Week

  • Burned, Karen Marie Moning
  • Murder Most Persuasive, Tracy Kiely
  • Bound by Flames, Jeaniene Frost
  • As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust, Alan Bradley
  • Vision in Silver, Anne Bishop
  • Mystery in White, J. Jefferson Farjeon

I’ve read a delightful assortment of books lately, ranging from the romance side of paranormal to classic British mystery to contemporary cozy.
 

Burned is a continuation of Karen Marie Moning’s very successful Fever series. Moning is able to establish that incredible spark between her characters and her readers, and it’s no surprise that she has devoted followers for this series, which ties a lot of her work together. If you’re a fan of Mac and Jericho Barrons, this book is a must-read.
 

Tracy Kiely was new to me, but came highly recommended. Murder Most Persuasive is an entry in a series about Elizabeth Parker, professional fact-checker and Austen devotee, who has a slew of colorful relatives (including two sisters) and a talent for detection. She’s a very likeable character, and this book was a great read. Murder is set in the Washington area, but from hints in the book, others in the series are set elsewhere.
 

Who doesn’t love Jeaniene Frost? The third Leila and Vlad book contains more trouble from Vlad’s many enemies, of course, and also trouble from Vlad’s overprotective attitude when it comes to Leila. There’s a lot of action in Bound by Flames, and it’s just as successful as Frost’s previous books.
 

Alan Bradley’s series about the very young and very intelligent Flavia de Luce continues on course with Chimney Sweepers, when our heroine is shipped off to Canada to her mother’s former boarding school, a training ground for spies. I had hoped this place would bring happiness to Flavia, but she is hopelessly homesick – and wrapped up in a murder inquiry from almost the moment she arrives.
 

I was very excited to get an ARC of Vision in Silver, Anne Bishop’s third novel set in a world where the indigenous people are the supernaturals, and they rule. Humans are in America because they are allowed in certain areas.  Meg, a blood prophet, has escaped from a compound where women like her are used for their prophetic ability and then cast aside. She is sheltering in a Courtyard where Indigenes trade with humans, but it’s a time of crisis for the Indigenes. Humans are rebelling against their restrictions. Silver is a very satisfying entry in an increasingly enthralling series. This book will be out MARCH 3.
 

J. Jefferson Farjeon is one of the semi-forgotten writers of Britain’s Golden Age of Mystery. Mystery in White has a classic set-up. An ill-assorted group of people get off a train stranded in the snow and make their way across the countryside. Freezing, they stumble upon a house. Its door is open, the fires are lit, and food is prepared. But there is no one inside. With some hesitation, they avail themselves of the shelter, but they are aware that something very strange has happened in that house. Why is there a knife on the floor in the kitchen? If you can find a copy of Mystery in White, you’ll enjoy the journey.
 

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Winter is a traditional reading time, and this winter surely must have broken the record, especially in the northeast. I wonder if Amazon or Barnes and Noble can tell us how many more books were sold this year than last year in the area? It might be interesting to find out.
 

Books are a great way to fight cabin fever. If you can’t get out on the roads, at least you can go somewhere else in your imagination. It’s too bad we can’t harness them to dig out our sidewalks and get snow off our rooftops! There are some things only our own muscles can accomplish.
 

I understand that Spring (at least on the calendar) is just around the corner, though it may be hard for some of us to believe that right now. The Spring publishing season is definitely coming up! I’m awaiting a crop of new and wonderful books.
 

For those of you who are sick of snow and ice, keep your heads down and keep reading. When you look up, it’ll be over!
 

Charlaine Harris

January 26, 2015

Books of the Week:

  • Nice, Jen Sacks
  • The Slow Regard of Silent Things, Patrick Rothfuss
  • Dry Bones in the Valley, Tom Bouman
  • Symbiont, Mira Grant

Jen Sacks’s Nice came recommended by another member of Sisters in Crime. The description of it – “A girl hates breaking up with boyfriends, so she kills them” – just spoke to me. There’s a lot of truth in this novel. Grace has been raised to never argue or criticize. Consequently, she is pleasant to men she doesn’t really care for, and they get caught up in the illusion that she’s interested, and it ends very badly. Luckily for Grace, she meets the right man – another killer. Though I found a false note or two, this was such a delightful book that I’d like to read it over again for a second first time.
 

Patrick Rothfuss has been promising his anxious readers that he’d produce the third book in his Kvothe series. Instead, we have this ‘outtake’ book about Auri, the mysterious waif befriended by Kvothe. The Slow Regard of Silent Things tells us what Auri does in between her rooftop meetings with the magic student who is her only friend. If you’ve ever had a hint of OCD, you’ll empathize with Auri as she keeps the huge underground chambers beneath the college in order. This short book has its own kind of magic.
 

Dry Bones in the Valley is Tom Bouman’s debut mystery, and it’s been nominated for an Edgar Award. Henry Farrell has returned to his home town in Pennsylvania after the death of his wife, and falls into a job as Wild Thyme’s policeman. He has one deputy. He expects life to be easy, but it isn’t. Fracking is the county’s biggest industry. Meth may come in second. Farrell, shy and musical, watches his world fall apart when a body is found on a recluse’s land, and very soon after Farrell’s deputy dies. This is a challenging first novel.
 

Mira Grant (also known as Seanan McGuire) has written another intelligent, suspenseful, scientifically based novel. No big surprise! Symbiont is the second book about the characters we met in Parasitology, and it’s also no big surprise that their lives haven’t gotten any simpler or easier. The parasites that were first installed in humans to ward off common health problems have begun taking over their hosts. This is an oversimplification of a complicated plot, so please be sure and read Parasitology first.
 

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Patrick Rothfuss, Laurell K. Hamilton, various mystery writers . . . and to a certain extent, myself. What do we have in common? Pullouts. At least that’s how I think of think of work that’s not part of your main body of fiction, but deals with the same characters from another viewpoint.
 

I just finished The Slow Regard of Silent Things, a short book about one of the characters in Rothfuss’s Kingkiller Chronicle. And Laurell K. Hamilton has published several books that are focused on one or another side character in her famous Anita Blake series (the most recent is Jason).
 

One of my favorite mystery writers, Robert Crais, simply switched points of view in his Elvis Cole series to write about Joe Pike, Elvis’s friend and partner.  Bomb squad ace Carol Starkey has also gotten her own novel after appearing in an Elvis Cole story.
 

Speaking for myself, I suppose Dead but not Forgotten might be considered a series of pull-outs . . . just penned by other writers, about characters who’d appeared in my Sookie Stackhouse novels.
 

I don’t know if this happened very often in past decades. If you know of instances, please tell me. And I’m sure I’ve only skimmed the list of writers who are approaching this way of looking at their worlds.
 

I think that’s what this mini-trend reflects. It’s like flipping over a shiny thing you like, to see all aspects of it. If you think it’s so neat, maybe other people will, too. Besides, it’s your favorite shiny thing, and you hate to let go of it. And maybe you feel you have a lot more to say about it, too.
 

Those of you who are writers, have you ever considered doing this? Those of you who are readers, how do you feel about it?
 

Charlaine Harris

January 12, 2015

Books of the Week:

  • The Professionals, Owen Laukkanen
  • Bless Her Dead Little Heart, Miranda James

Let me make a confession. When I began The Professionals, I knew nothing about Owen Laukkanen, and I vaguely assumed he was one of the Scandinavian writers making a big splash in the mystery community these days. This debut novel is definitely hard-boiled and American, so don’t start it with false assumptions as I did. The basic premise is that four recent college graduates can’t find jobs, so they begin kidnapping people for very modest sums of money, which they feel will keep them under the law enforcement radar. The combination of kidnapping the wrong victim and the possession of a gun suddenly blows their scheme apart. This book hits a lot of American issues: the bad economy, gun control, corruption in law enforcement and dedication in law enforcement, and the bond between working comrades.

Miranda James’s Bless Her Dead Little Heart couldn’t be more different. Many of you have enjoyed James’s Cat in the Stacks books, and you’ll enjoy this one, too. Diesel the Maine coon cat is visiting the Ducote sisters, elderly spinsters in Athena, Mississippi, which his owner, Charlie Harris, is away. The Ducote sisters are old-style ladies, which means they’re tough as nails when they feel they’re doing the right thing. In this entertaining traditional mystery, they’re rather reluctantly trying to help a former sorority sister of theirs, who feels someone is “out to get her.” She’s absolutely right! But Miss An’gel and Miss Dickce are a match for a murderer.

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I used to be the person who could debate for ten minutes over which pair of hose to wear. Of course, that was back when women still wore hose, which I understand is no longer the case. I could also fall into a fog of uncertainty over which dress to wear to what event . . . back when I wore dresses.

A lot has changed since my late teens and early twenties, when I went through those agonies of indecision. I’ve learned to make quick decisions. What taught me this skill? Writing.

Yes, writing, ladies and gentlemen. Because writing is all about making a thousand decisions – let’s call them choices — a day. Think about it. Will your protagonist be brunette or auburn-haired? Will you protagonist be a tax accountant or a nurse? Will the motive for the murders be an inheritance or a long-buried secret? What kind of gun will your villain use to shoot the first victim?

So over thirty-six years of writing, I’ve learned to make choices . . . you bet!

After you look at the writing trade as a series of choices to be made, you have to ask yourself, “How do I make the right one?” Ah, there’s the issue. Because each choice you make must be based on several factors: (1) What’s the most entertaining option? (2) What choices are consistent with the characters as I’ve established them? (3) What choices will lead to the furtherance of the plot?

See? Simple, yet complicated. Should Mandy go to bed, or go down to the kitchen to make herself a peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich? If she goes to bed, that clears the way for Ralph to use his old key to enter the house. But if she goes to the kitchen, she can have a long talk with Mack, during which she’ll discover that the old will might be in the barn!

Or maybe we’ll discover that she’s allergic to peanuts.

If you’re a writer, the choice is all yours.



Charlaine Harris

January 4, 2015

Books of the Week:

  • A Madness of Angels, Kate Griffin
  • The Naturals, Jennifer Barnes
  • Dead Heading, Catherine Aird
  • Jinn and Juice, Nicole Peeler
  • Prince Lestat, Anne Rice
  • The Likeness, Tana French

Matthew Swift returns to life lying on the floor in his London bedroom . . . but it’s not his bedroom any more. He’s been dead for two years, and his house has been sold in that time. This is the opening for Kate Griffin’s A Madness of Angels. It sets the tone of the book: grim, intriguing, and tense. Swift sets out to find out who caused his death. It’s a wonderful book, a virtual tour of the magical underside of London, and it’s a winner.

The Naturals is an unusual YA novel. The “naturals” in question are all teenagers who have some extra sense about crime. They’re either instinctive profilers, proficient in discerning lies, or great at probabilities. The FBI recruits young Cassie, daughter of a “psychic” who has disappeared, to join this small group. To learn more about her mother’s fate, Cassie agrees. She finally is among people who understand her, and her otherness is valued, but she also faces a great danger. I really liked The Naturals.

Catherine Aird has been one of my favorite traditional mystery writers for years. Her low-key, humorous novels featuring D.C.I. Sloan and Constable Crosby are always entertaining, some laugh-out-loud funny. Crosby is stupid but enthusiastic. Sloan is clever, alert, and always watchful of the oddities of his superior, the irascible Superintendent Leeyes. In this entry of the long-running series, Dead Heading, Sloan and Crosby must investigate a break-in at an odd place – a plant nursery.

Jinn and Juice marks the beginning of a new series by the popular Nicole Peeler. It’s a must-read for fans of her Jane True books, and new readers will enjoy this outing in the realm of the paranormal. Belly-dancing jinn Lyla hopes to gain her freedom; it’s been almost a thousand years since she was claimed by a Magi, and she may finally become human. But of course, she doesn’t. A most unusual Magi comes into the club where Lyla works, and before you know it, she’s up to her wiggly hips in intrigue. This book will be published in APRIL.

Anne Rice has been a huge influence on me in ways too complicated to tell you. I’m so delighted that in Prince Lestat Rice has returned to the characters who made her famous, and she’s in top form to resume Lestat’s story. When the vampires are being killed all over the world by a force none of them can detect or fight, who are they gonna call? Lestat! This is a wonderful continuation of a great series.

Tana French is just so good that when I read her, I waver between utter envy and inspiration. Her stories about murder in modern-day Dublin are amazing textured and layered. It sounds like I’m describing a sweater, but truly, French is really a fabulous novelist. Do yourself a favor and pick up one of her books. In The Likeness, police detective Cassie Maddox (another Cassie!) is asked to step in when the body of an unknown woman is found stabbed to death. There are no clues. But Maddox is an exact duplicate of the dead woman, and the dead woman has been living under the name Cassie created for a previous undercover stint. Who was the dead woman, really, and why was she killed? Cassie assumes the dead woman’s identity to find out.

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I don’t make New Year’s Eve resolutions. I know it’s traditional, and it may be a good exercise in evaluating what you think would improve your life – many people plan to lose weight or quit smoking, for example. Or to be kinder to their mothers, or to work harder, or to stop complaining. These are all great things to resolve. In my experience, I never lived up to my own expectations after I’d made all these promises to myself, so I ended up feeling worse. I gave up the practice of resolutions.

I’m generally pretty “Bah, humbug,” about New Year’s Eve, too. Because of the time differences all over the world, you can celebrate the New Year for many, many hours, so it just seems silly to me. Plus, the fireworks upset my dogs. Plus, I’ve never enjoyed staying up late. I realize this makes me sound to the right of Ebenezer Scrooge, and sometimes I feel that I must be the all-time Party Pooper. In the past decade, I’ve certainly made my peace with that. So be it.

I do hope that I become a better writer in 2015. I hope that I will not fail my children, or my husband, or my friends, or my readers. I also hope that I will eat healthily and go for the occasional walk. “Hope” is a less loaded word than “resolve,” and one that I can stick with . . . I hope.

Maybe this leads to lower expectations for myself? Maybe I’m dooming myself to failure? Or maybe (and experience leads me to believe this is true) I’m just being realistic. It takes something more than the calendar rolling over to make me get worked up enough to make life-changing decisions.

What about you? Are you good at making those resolutions stick?

Charlaine Harris