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Best thing about working in a bookstore: publishers supply reading copies of some novels. Which is to say, happiness is not having to pay to read the new Kerry Greenwood novel.
Oh yes. She has a new one out. Her first new release of 2007, actually, and since she normally churns out two a year, I did wonder if this might not be a cut above the rest. But no, she never changes, not even to improve. Either that, or my immunity has been weakened by lack of exposure to her idiosyncratic prose.
Trick or Treat is one of the Corinna Chapman series, the adventures of a crime-solving baker and her posse of cutesy middle-class bleeding-heart-liberal busy-bodies. Fans of the series will be pleased to know that nothing has changed -- the skinny girls are still interchangable, the Classical scholars are still kindly and eccentric, the dominatrixes are still, um, dominant, the gay couples are creepily co-dependent and the pagans still don't use contractions. Nothing changes in Greenwood's Melbourne.
I'm only up to page fifty yet, though, and you can be sure that I'll keep the internet apprised of any significant developments and sniggerworthy prose. Oh Kerry, how I've missed you.
Oh yes. She has a new one out. Her first new release of 2007, actually, and since she normally churns out two a year, I did wonder if this might not be a cut above the rest. But no, she never changes, not even to improve. Either that, or my immunity has been weakened by lack of exposure to her idiosyncratic prose.
Trick or Treat is one of the Corinna Chapman series, the adventures of a crime-solving baker and her posse of cutesy middle-class bleeding-heart-liberal busy-bodies. Fans of the series will be pleased to know that nothing has changed -- the skinny girls are still interchangable, the Classical scholars are still kindly and eccentric, the dominatrixes are still, um, dominant, the gay couples are creepily co-dependent and the pagans still don't use contractions. Nothing changes in Greenwood's Melbourne.
I'm only up to page fifty yet, though, and you can be sure that I'll keep the internet apprised of any significant developments and sniggerworthy prose. Oh Kerry, how I've missed you.
