Harry Silver ferryies a woman and to men to the not-a-planet of Maracanda where things are not always what one would expect. LATER: Whats with the typos?
I did not have high hopes for a teen book about bridge, but I trusted the author, read it, and liked it VERY much! The possibly overwhelming stuff about bridge is marked with a whale symbol so you can skip over it. An excellent idea! I almost want to try playing bridge, now. Almost!
Author goes to juvenile detention facility for mostly murderers, teaches a writing class. Non-fiction. I liked the talking-parts, but not the student writing parts. It's just me, I guess.
Shelly House is over a hundred years old. Once a mansion, now divided into apartments, or "flats", as the Brits will call them. A motley assortment of people live there, mostly not getting along very well. An assault occurs, suspects are listed, but everything is cleared up by the end. Except the death of Marge!
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The siren had stopped but the blue light was still revolving, its fluorescent rays so dazzling that she was forced to close her eyes. -- "Fluorescent"??
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Tomasz had found her [Princess] in the end -- But what about Marge??
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"But you no longer have a car." -- Finally!! But is Marge dead??
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"Hello, Dotty." -- Well, that brings back some memories for me.
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"Are you doing dauphinoise potatoes with the stew?" -- Didn't someone just mention those potatoes to me? Ha ha!
Archy McNally, #11. Written by Vincent Lardo. Archy is supposed to deliver the money to some guy selling a Truman Capote manuscript, but stuff goes wrong.
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What cheek. It was that damn computer--that infamous information highway that was encouraging the young of the land to castigate their betters.
Archy McNally, #10.
Author is Vincent Lardo.
Super famous romance author Sabrina Wright hires Archy to find her missing husband. Who disappeared while looking for Sabrina's missing (adult) daughter. Who ran off (with her muckraker journalist boyfriend) to look for her birth father.
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"Make that two orders of fries."
"What about your waistline?" she challenged.
"I'm not going to eat them. I just want to look at them and remember when I could."