The Passion of Dolssa – Julie Berry

She stood there in her blue robe, with a simple white cap over her dark hair. And even if I’m called a liar for it, I swear this is true: clouds over la mar parted, letting a beam of golden sunlight pierce through and illuminate the spot on which she stood. …
She was an angel in blue, halo and all.” (Page 248) Continue reading “The Passion of Dolssa – Julie Berry”

Hoot – Carl Hiaasen

Roy heard a short high-pitched coo-coo. Then, from across the lot came another…
“Wow,” Roy said, under his breath.
There, standing by the hole and peering curiously at one of the meatballs, was the smallest owl he had ever seen…
“Okay – now do you get it?”
“Yeah,” said Roy. “I get it”” (page 124) Continue reading “Hoot – Carl Hiaasen”

The Housekeeper and The Professor– Yōko Ogawa – translated from Japanese by Stephen Snyder

Every morning, during the entire time I worked for the Professor, we repeated this numerical q and a at the front door. To the Professor, whose memory lasted only eighty minutes, I was always a new housekeeper he was meeting for the first time, and so every morning he was appropriately shy and reserved. He would ask my shoe size or telephone number, or perhaps my zip code, the registration number on my bicycle, or the number of brushstrokes in the characters of my name; and whatever the number, he invariably found some significance in it. Talk of factorials and prime flowed effortlessly, seeming completely natural, never forced.” (Page 7) Continue reading “The Housekeeper and The Professor– Yōko Ogawa – translated from Japanese by Stephen Snyder”

A Murder with Peacocks – Donna Andrews

A Murder with Peacocks – Donna Andrews

Winner of the Anthony-1st Novel award(2000), the Barry-1st Novel award(2000), and the Agatha–1st Novel award(1999).

I had become so used to hysterical dawn phone calls that only muttered one halfhearted oath before answering.
“Peacocks.” a voice said.
“I beg your pardon, you must have the wrong number,” I mumbled. I opened one eye to peer at the clock: it was 6:00 A.M.
“Oh, don’t be silly, Meg,” the voice continued. Ah, I recognized it now. Samantha, my brother, Rob’s, fiancée. “I just called to tell you that we need some peacocks.”
“What for?”
“For the wedding, of course.”” (page 1)

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