Sit down,” I said grimly. “Have you found a clue that will incriminate me, Mr. Jamieson?” He had the grace to look uncomfortable.
“No,” he said. “If you had killed Mr. Armstrong, you would have left no clues. You would have had too much intelligence.”
The plot has thickened and I have no idea what is happening here! Do we have an unreliable narrator? What is going on with the bank failure? Is Halsey involved? Did Gertrude lie? Why did the maid have the china & silver in a basket? Who escaped down the laundry chute? Who took the cuff link?
THIS IS THE STORY OF how a middle-aged spinster lost her mind, deserted her domestic gods in the city, took a furnished house for the summer out of town, and found herself involved in one of those mysterious crimes that keep our newspapers and detective agencies happy and prosperous.
I love the beginning! It reminds me of an adult Nancy Drew, with summer houses and wicker hampers and cuff links.
As I posted a few days, it's time to shake, shake, shake it up! First off, we've moved into the double your money phase of the game! From here on out, the money values have doubled as follows:
0 to 100 pages: $2.00
101 to 200 pages: $4.00
201 to 400 pages: $6.00
401 to 800 pages: $10.00
over 801 pages: $20.00
Second, we're going to have a location multiplier: the first time you finish a square is the baseline reward. The second time, your reward is enhanced by 50%, and the third time, the reward is doubled again:
0 to 100 pages: $3.00
101 to 200 pages: $6.00
201 to 400 pages: $9.00
401 to 800 pages: $15.00
over 801 pages: $30.00
0 to 100 pages: $4.00
101 to 200 pages: $8.00
201 to 400 pages: $12.00
401 to 800 pages: $20.00
over 801 pages: $40.00
This is prospective only, so start keeping track of the number of times you land on a square going forward.
Third, what are you going to do with all of that money? Well, you can hoard it all for the win. In the alternative, you can spend it in two ways: free rolls and roll aheads. A free roll will cost you $2.00. If you don't like the square you landed on, buy a free roll and roll again right away to get onto a new square. Roll aheads can be bought if you are going on vacation or are going to be incommunicado for a while - they are only $1.00, and you can buy up to 5 at a time, to plan vacation reading.
Fourth is free book Friday. Regardless of the square you are on, you get a free choice on the next seven Fridays to read anything.
Prepare for a game play shake up! We're just past the mid-point of the game, and I think that it's time to shake things up!
Murder by Death & I are going to buddy read The Circular Staircase by Mary Rinehart Roberts beginning June 14. I would imagine it will be a relatively quick read!
BrokenTune & I are going to do a buddy read (re-read for BT) of The Talented Mr. Ripley by Patricia Highsmith, although we haven't settled on a date!
Comment if you are interested in joining us!
I don't read a lot of travel literature, although I often enjoy it when I do. This is no exception. Siberia is a fascinating place.
So far, the most interesting thing I've learned is about a place called Akademgodorok, which translates roughly as "academic town," and which was established in 1957 as a center of scientific research.
I've decided to go a different way for this square, which calls for a book set in Africa or Asia! I'm going to read some non-fiction that's been on my shelves since approximately 2012.
As mysterious as its beautiful, as forbidding as it is populated with warm-hearted people, Syberia is a land few Westerners know, and even fewer will ever visit. Traveling alone, by train, boat, car, and on foot, Colin Thubron traversed this vast territory, talking to everyone he encountered about the state of the beauty, whose natural resources have been savagely exploited for decades; a terrain tainted by nuclear waste but filled with citizens who both welcomed him and fed him—despite their own tragic poverty. From Mongoloia to the Arctic Circle, from Rasputin's village in the west through tundra, taiga, mountains, lakes, rivers, and finally to a derelict Jewish community in the country's far eastern reaches, Colin Thubron penetrates a little-understood part of the world in a way that no writer ever has.
Non-fiction typically takes me a while to read, so I'll probably be on this square for a while!
I finished my Roll 21 audiobook - Triptych by Karin Slaughter, for $3.00!
Welp, my roll 23 book, Grange House, was a total shit fest. I skipped about 30% of it, but the total pages were 384, so I easily read more than 201 pages to take the $3.00 reward. Least enjoyable $3.00 I've earned yet! I rolled a 5 to leave this square, which puts me on Adventureland 24 - read a book set in Africa or Asia or that has an exotic animal on the cover.
Right now I'm reading a Joanna Brady mystery to get the Grange House taste out of my mouth. I'll start looking for something to fill this square tonight!
Page break - the rest of the rolls are after the cut!
What the hell did I just read?
Gird your loins, the rant train is chug, chug, chugging out of the station. Also, spoiler warning, wut.
Let me begin this review by saying that this book had potential for, if not greatness, at least a high degree of entertainment. Remote, fading grandeur in the north woods, ghosts, gothic awesomeness, frozen lovers pulled from an unforgiving sea.
Yeah, the execution? Not so much. I actually don't know how the whole frozen lovers thing ended because I skipped about 30% of this book because the main character, Maisie, was such a fucking annoying whiny brat that she made Gwenwyfhar look like a perfectly reasonable character, with fortitude and backbone to spare.
I still couldn't really tell you what this book is - so I'll just tell you the end because you do not want to read this book. Spoiler coming. Is it still a spoiler if what I'm spoiling is this stupid?
Maisie's father, Thomas Ludlow, had an affair with Nell Grange when he was engaged to her mother. Nell gets knocked up, but sort of loses her mind and goes into a Victorian decline. Then, Thomas goes back to Boston where he takes right back up with his fiancee, Libby and marries her. Nell gives birth and Nell's sister, Susannah, rescues the baby from crazy Nell, who is going to bury her alive, for no apparent reason whatsoever. In a "twist," (you've probably already figured this out), Libby is apparently having some sort of a hysterical pregnancy, and Susannah sends a letter to Thomas to come get the baby, which is totally convenient because then NEITHER NELL NOR LIBBY know that Maisie is actually Nell's baby, not Libby's baby. When Maisie learns all of this, she gets all emo and shit about Nell, because Nell has just died, and she completely ignores her mother, who is in the process of dying, and mopes around about not having a name and not knowing who she is.
Are you fucking kidding me? Seriously? This may be the worst fucking plot device ever invented.
Do not read this book.
The mid-point (46%):
I'm afraid that I probably should've paid more attention to the reviews, which were not great. The first bit of this one was good, but now we've moved into a really slow phase where there is absolutely NOTHING about the two drowned lovers, nor has there been since about page 30.
I'm bogged down in an old diary at this point. That has nothing to do with the two drowned lovers. Maisie is back in Boston, mourning her father and being generally boring.
I'm going to read to 50%, and if it doesn't pick up, I'm seriously considering just skipping to the end and then calling it a DNF.
I decided to read this one for my "gothic" square!
Maisie Thomas spends every summer at Grange House, a hotel on the coast of Maine ruled by the elegant Miss Grange. In 1896, when Maisie turns 17, her visit marks a turning point. On the morning after her arrival, local fishermen make a gruesome discovery: drowned lovers, found clasped in each other's arms. It's only the first in a series of events that casts a shadow over Maisie's summer. As she considers the attentions of two very different young men, Maisie also falls under the gaze of Miss Grange, who begins to tell her disturbing stories of her past. Rich with the details, customs, and language of the era, Grange House is a wonderfully atmospheric, page-turning novel of literary suspense and romance.
I read this one for the "overseas travel" square because it gets Miss Marple out of St. Mary's Mead on a long vacation to the sunny climes of the West Indies. As is often the case with Christie, the reader must, rather uncomfortably, wade through some casual racism/colonialism/sexism to enjoy the mystery.
I don't think that this is one of Christie's best, though. Her mysteries often rely strongly on coincidence, but this one takes the use of coincidence to a whole new level of ridiculously unbelievable. I did enjoy the introduction to Mr. Rafiel, and would've liked to hear more about him. He made a nice counterpoint to Miss Marple.
I wasn't sure about this one for at least the first 25% - either the writing or the translation seemed a bit stilted. However, I was enjoying DI Huss, so I persevered. And became engrossed.
I really love Scandi crime novels. I stumbled onto Henning Mankell donkey's years ago - long before Stieg Larsson's Millennium Trilogy was published - and fell, not exactly in love with, but in great regard with damaged detective Kurt Wallander. At that time, Nordic Noir hadn't yet crossed the Atlantic or made it into English translation in any great volume. After The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo that all changed, and now crime fiction from Sweden, Norway, Finland, Denmark and even Iceland are a dime a dozen. Well, maybe not that inexpensive, but readily available for kindle.
As is often the case in crime fiction, the initial impression of the victim as a fine, upstanding citizen, hides a sordid tale of sex, money, and drugs. All the world round, one can depend on mysteries to deliver an indictment of society, through the medium of crime. I'd like to read more about Detective Inspector Huss.
Before I really got into goodreads/booklikes/blogging and book conversation on the internet, I was a much more loosey-goosey reader. I'd pick up a book by an unknown author that looked good, shrug, and read it.
What this meant was that I often picked up a book that was in the middle of the series, or, if it was an author who didn't write series, I would pick up the book that was the most popular by that author. There is an argument for discovering books in this fashion, without focusing on where the book is in the author's career or in an interesting series. Of course, authors tended to write single arc books back then, in the dark ages, so even picking up a book in the middle of a series usually wasn't a huge problem. It was easy to figure out what was going on - unlike the way that current series are mostly published, with dangling threads and unresolved arcs continuing from book to book.
However, with so much information about books available at my fingertips - order of publication, series lists, etc - and most books being generally obtainable to readers (at least in the U.S.) for a reasonable price, I've become much more obstinate about reading things in order, both in terms of series, which makes sense, and in terms of publication date with respect to an individual author, which makes less sense. Unfortunately, what that means is that I find myself, by starting at the beginning, sometimes not reading the best work first. Which means that I end up dropping the author/series because there are a number of uninteresting books standing between me and the books that really appeal to me.
Am I the only one who does this? What do you all think? Is it better to start at the beginning or is it better to jump in once the author has hit his/her stride? Does it make more sense to start with the author's best work or a lesser known book and then work your way up to the best work? What if you can't get your hands on the first few books in a series - do you cross that series off your mental list for all time? If the author starts a spin-off series, do you feel like you need to read the original series before you can read the spin-off, even if the original doesn't really appeal to you?
Tell me what you think!
This audiobook is 50 hours long, which I've concluded is way too effing long for a single audiobook. Davina Porter is a fabulous reader, and did a terrific job with the source material, but I'm simply unable to take it anymore. I need a break. I hit a good stopping point, so stopping I am.
Someone should've drowned Gwenhwyfar at birth. The fall of Camelot is her fault because she was an annoying, barren, self-pitying, self-righteous, demanding, shallow, whiny (oh, my, god, the whining) twat. May she die an inglorious death.
That's all I've got at this point.
As some of you may have noticed, I enjoy reading mysteries of pretty much all sorts, and there is something about summer that says "crime" to me. I don't know if it's the long, hot days that causes my mind to turn to murder during the summer, or the fact that a really good murder mystery is perfect for beach reading, but this summer I've decided to just go along with my attraction to all sorts of mysteries!
I cut my reading teeth on juvenile mysteries like Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden, and spent my summer vacations as a girl reading and re-reading the teen sleuths. My parents were always big mystery fans, so, as I got older and grew out of Nancy & Trixie, I picked up books by Agatha Christie, and then moved on to Helen MacInnes, Len Deighton, & Robert Ludlum's Cold War crime novels.
I am a fan of the police procedurals, detective fiction, and the occasional PI series. I've read a fair amount of European crime fiction, including the various versions of new noir: nordic noir, tartan noir and granite noir. The only major subgenre that I generally don't read is the modern cozy, although I do love golden age mysteries that have distinct cozy aspects. I generally find current cozies to be altogether too twee, set around yarn shops or bakeries or cats.
I'm not sure that I'll make it to 50 over the next four months, but I do tend to read more than 12 books a month, so we'll see how it turns out. I'm going to try to finish the last month of booklikes-opoly with crime fiction for each square, so we'll see how that turns out.
If you have a favorite mystery series, share it below. And, if anyone is interested in a buddy read of something crime related, I'd definitely be interested!
I really do love this series, although this was the weakest so far. I think that Aeslin mice are one of the most inspired creations in urban fantasy, and they were used to significant effect here, which was by far the most enjoyable part of the book.
Overall, I am lukewarm on Alex, who was the main character of this book - I much prefer Verity, and I am quite excited for the focus on Antimony in the next book. And Alex's love interest, Shelby, is a likeable character, but her family is almost universally ugh-worthy.
Faithful Place by Tana French
For roll 18.1, I landed on the "Start" square, which gave me a free read! I decided to read the third in Tana French's rather brilliant Dublin Murder Squad series. Each of these books focuses on a different main character. This one centers around Frank Mackey, whom we met in the last book, The Likeness. While these books are nominally crime fiction, they are really more Irish ethnography. Frank Mackey grew up in the now rapidly-gentrifying Liberties, Dublin, child of an extremely abusive father and member of one of the most dysfunctional literary Irish families in recent memory.
In 1985, when Frank was 19, he and his girlfriend Rose Daly, had planned to run away together, to England. On the night they were to leave, she never arrived at their meeting place. Assuming that she had gone without him, Frank left home. Twenty-two years later, the neighborhood is gentrifying, and Rose's suitcase is found in a derelict building, and Frank finally returns home to find out what really happened all of those years ago.
Frank Mackey and I are the same age - I was also 19 in 1985, so one of the most enjoyable parts of this book, for me, were the flashback scenes where Frank and Rose would talk about music. French nailed 1985. At 400 pages, this misses the $5.00 value by one measley page, and is worth $3.00!
A Pocketful of Rye by Agatha Christie
Roll 18.2 landed me on a #8, which called for a mystery. I had planned to read the newest Louise Penney, but, as it turned out, I needed a quick read for a challenge, so I grabbed A Pocket Full of Rye by Agatha Christie.
I know that I've previously read this book, because I remembered much of the story. One of the things that I had never noticed before, though, is that this is basically the same story as Hercule Poirot's Christmas. The victim in both mysteries is a rather horrible, wealthy man who has been involved in some sort of a swindle out in India/Africa (in the Poirot version, the victim, Simeon Lee, made his fortune in diamonds, in the Marple version, Rex Fortescue was involved in some sort of nefarious dealing related to a Blackbird mine. While the solutions are different, the similarities are striking. I first noticed that Christie uses the same quote in both books, which put me onto the parallels:
"The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceeding small."
Anyway, even when she's recycling characters and plot points, Agatha manages to make each mystery intricate, engaging and unique. A Pocketful of Rye is 256 pages long, and is worth $3.00
Pocket Apocalypse by Seanan McGuire
Roll 18.3: I am still reading Pocket Apocalypse, and expect to be done today. This one features Alex, who isn't my favorite Price, but I'm enjoying it!
Wildfire at Midnight by Mary Stewart
For Roll 19, I needed to read something tagged gothic for Haunted Mansion #19. I decided to pick up an older Mary Stewart that's been on my shelves for a long while - Wildfire at Midnight. Set in the Hebrides, on the Isle of Skye, this was an enjoyable old fashioned gothic romance full of murder and mountaineering. Mary Stewart knew how to tell a story, and while this wasn't as good as Nine Coaches Waiting, it was a fast, fun read. Only 224 pages long, this one was worth $3.00.
The Yard by Alex Grecian
Roll 20 put me on Paradise Pier #28, which called for a book set during the Victorian period. The first book I started wasn't doing anything for me, so I abandoned it, and decided to read The Yard by Alex Grecian, which is set in 1889 London, right on the heels of the Jack the Ripper murders. This one was full of anachronisms, but it was reasonably entertaining, although not as good as I had hoped, and one of the subplots annoyed the hell out of me. I already own the second book in the series, so I'll read on at some point. This one is 422 pages long, so the reward is $5.00.
My bank is: $100.00!