I used to be a full-time mystery/suspense reader until I discovered the romance genre in my early twenties and sold my soul to Harlequin. However, thanks to a new release from the only cozy series I still read, plus my library's upcoming annual literary event (guess who is moderating one of the mystery panels this year?) - means I've spent a good chunk of January tripping over fictional dead bodies. Here's the rundown:
Follow Her Home by
Steph Cha is a debut novel set in Los Angeles and casts a directionless twenty-something Korean American woman, Juniper Song, in the PI role. One of her best friends is worried that his father is having an affair with a much younger woman who works at his office, and since the last time Daddy had an affair Mommy almost succeeded in killing herself? He asks Juniper to snoop around. Naturally, havoc ensues.
This was a pretty solid debut. I loved that our protagonist was obsessed with
Philip Marlowe and still haunted by a tragedy that pertains to her younger sister. I also thought the author had interesting things to say about the fetishization (is that a word?) of young Asian women. The suspense thread could have been a little tighter in spots and this is one of those
Bad Things Happen To Good Secondary Characters books, so that was kind of a downer. I've been waffling on my grade, but
probably a B-. The author has another book featuring Juniper slated
for an August release and I'm curious to read it.
Yesterday's Echo by
Matt Coyle is another debut and one that I highly enjoyed. Hero was a cop when his wife was found murdered. He was the prime suspect, but the DA couldn't make it stick - so Rick leaves the force and moves back to his hometown of La Jolla, California to work at a friend's restaurant. That's where he meets the femme fatale character, a woman who has a bunch of hired goons looking for her. If you can get past the set-up (given his past I thought Rick's quick and easy trust of the femme fatale strained), this is a great suspense novel. It twists and turns and kept me guessing all the way up until the end. Again it's another
Bad Things Happen To Good Secondary Characters book, but between the suspense and the great SoCal setting? I highly recommend it. Oh, and at the time of this blog post writing?
It's only a $1.99 on Kindle.
My grade is a B+.
Killing Cupid by
Laura Levine is the latest in her Jaine Austen (no relation) series about a freelance writer who keeps stumbling over dead bodies. This go-around Jaine takes a job writing copy for Joy Amoroso, who claims to run an upscale matchmaking service. Naturally Joy is pure evil, someone kills her, and since their working relationship was not all champagne and roses, the cops start snooping around Jaine. This means Jaine starts doing her own snooping and uncovers a whole host of suspects. Levine used to be a sitcom writer and her books read like it in both good, and bad, ways. The stories move along at a great clip, there's a lot of humor, and she writes very capable mysteries with enough suspects to keep the reader guessing. On the downside? Sometimes that humor can be a tad on the broad side - which it was in this book thanks to a scene involving squirrels (yes, squirrels). Still, it delivered exactly what I wanted, it was amusing, and the mystery was solid. Levine is also one of the
very few cozy writers who hasn't fallen down the Magical Baking Cupcake Knitting Cats hole and for that reason I think all cozy fans need to be reading her books. A solid
B.
Dating Dead Men by
Harley Jane Kozak is the first in a four-book series and was, I'm sorry to say, a hot mess for me. Our heroine, Wollie Shelley, designs greeting cards and runs a Hallmark-like store. Then her schizophrenic brother calls from the mental hospital claiming to have witnessed a murder. When she goes to check up on him, she finds a dead body in the middle of the road, and gets "kidnapped" by a man she only knows as "Doc" who has a pet ferret in his coat pocket. She doesn't call the police and even after "Doc" lets her go - she continues to help him even though he tells her
nothing and the mob is somehow involved. Oh, and did I mention Wollie is going out with 40 guys in 60 days as part of a pop psychologist's "research" project? I got 120 pages into the book and just couldn't take it anymore. There was nothing I liked here, and I mean nothing. I skimmed my way through the rest of the book, skipping chunks of pages along the way. Humor is one thing, cozy is another, and I'll even read zany - but when the characters don't behave like rational adults? I'm out. Hey, I don't read Janet Evanovich anymore either - so there you go. My grade is a Big Fat
DNF.
