The Literate Kitty

There’s something that feels really...   squicky , about leaving a negative review. Regardless of what the something being reviewed   is , any unflattering remarks reflect poorly on someone’s service, skills, manners, or—in the case of a book—their art... and that’s a hard thing to do (let alone, be the recipient of).   Nonetheless, a not-so-great review has a purpose. It’s essentially a warning sign, letting others know to proceed with caution (and why).   So consider this, at best, a triangular yellow yield sign... to stop, and look both ways, before proceeding with Hazell Ward’s  The Game is Murder .     From the synopsis, it sounded like a slam dunk.  There were comparisons to Netflix’s  Glass Onion  and Agatha Christie. The promise of “razor-sharp twists” and “sly misdirection”. It’s also a period piece—set in the 1970s—which, in theory, put a cool, interesting spin on things.   And, perhaps the most enticing, was the novelty o...

There’s a plot device sometimes used in mystery novels, known as the “unreliable narrator”... which means what the storyteller says may --or may not —be true.   Usually, this unreliable person is one main character.   But imagine being faced with no fewer than  six  such potentially-unreliable sources?    How would you know who— if anyone —to believe... and who was absolutely  not  to be trusted?   Welcome to author Alex Pavesi’s intricately-twisted tale,  Ink Ribbon Red , where absolutely  everything  anyone says is suspect.     There are a few different ways people approach “milestone” birthdays (the ones ending in zeroes).   Some treat such birthdays like harbingers of apocalyptic proportions, best avoided (or at least, strenuously denied). For others, those “big birthdays” are a great excuse for a massive shindig. And for some, such birthdays are no different than any of the others which have already come and...

So, a little about me. ( Trust me, it'll all make sense soon. ) I devoured the entire Nancy Drew book series—more than once—when I was little.    It followed, then, that sometimes one of my Barbie dolls got to act out being a detective; I was completely hooked on the idea.   Even now (years later!), whenever I read a mystery novel—or watch one in show/movie form—a little part of me is still right there in the detective’s shoes.   I’m hardly alone in my secret dreams of being a P.I., of course.    For most of us, though, that’s all it remains... a fantasy we live out vicariously on the page or screen.    But imagine, for a minute, what might’ve happened if you’d scrambled to make that dream a reality.   If, say, you finagled your way (possibly over-hyping your abilities a tiny bit) into an apprenticeship with not just a private investigator... but with a  legendary  one.   Well, then you might get something like the tale that u...