8216;One of those rare gems that comes to the reviewer out of the blue . enough twists to shame a cobra . the story fairly rips along, defying the reader to put the book down . Christine Poulson should be heralded as the fine entrant to the world of crime fiction she most certainly is. Author of the Cassandra James series and of standalone suspense novels. I love my book .

Sunday, August 9, 2015.

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A blog reviewing mystery books, with a listing of Saskatchewan mysteries, and a sprinkling of non-fiction books, especially history and biographies. Melfort, Saskatchewan, Canada. Saturday, April 7, 2018. Thoughts on the Humboldt Broncos Tragedy. As with everyone in Saskatchewan and many beyond our borders I have been thinking about the bus crash involving the Humboldt Broncos hockey team. Tragedy comes in different ways to all of us.

8230; courtesy of the British Library. Two more sleeps before opening though. Reading wrap-up for July 2017. This gallery contains 6 photos.

I write stories about characters who never, ever give up. Murder On The Rue Cassette. Death of a Sad Face. On these pages you can find out more about me, read guest posts and reviews, get information on my books and the characters who are my constant companions, and be the first to hear about new my publications, giveaways and guest appearances by subscribing to my list. How to Compile in Scrivener.

Ramblings about words, art, books, the media and Golden Age detective stories. Wednesday, 5 August 2015. Clearly it is a word like evacuee or escapee. Miss Climpson, sitting on the floor, with her back hair.

Thoughts on books, writing and related matters. The materialist says that only appearance is real. Appearance, in fact, may not only be not a clue to reality, but a barrier. Pandora and the Flying Dutchman. Not so surprising then that his six, decidedly un-Hollwo.

I write stories about characters who never, ever give up. The Brooklyn Drop Publishes August 15. I went to the window. The neighborhood was a hard dark except for a wash of light over the Manhattan skyline, the winking bridge lights, and a hazy sliver of moon over the harbor.