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The A -Y of Mysteries - Sarah Nicholson

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Sue Grafton, born in Kentucky in 1940, was the daughter of mystery novelist C. W. Grafton and she decided to write her own series of mystery novels because these were the books she had been raised on. "The mystery novel offers a world in which justice is served. Maybe not in a court of law," she has said,   "but people do get their just desserts." She created her protagonist Kinsey Millhone in the late seventies and freely admits she is her alter-ego.   “a thinner, younger, braver version of herself, living a life she may have led had she not married and had children at a young age.” “She is a marvel for which I take only partial credit,  though she probably claims all the credit for me.”   Millhone, 32-year-old, twice divorced licensed PI, started solving crime in the fictional city Santa Theresa California in 1980 in the first book of the series “A is for Alibi”. Grafton made a conscious decision that Kinsey should age one year for every two and a ha...

I Can't Imagine! ~ Maressa Mortimer

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What do you think? What do you see? Last Saturday was a thrilling day for me. I was off to London, by myself, to meet lots of other Christian writers. It involved getting up at an unholy hour, after getting to bed late. I was trying to sort out hubby and kids for the following day, to make sure they’d all survive. So by six in the morning, I was safely installed on a comfortable coach, on my way to London. I was too restless to listen to an audiobook, listening to music instead. I kept dozing off, but when I woke up, the landscape was intriguing. I could see faint outlines of undulating hills, shrouded in mist. You could see the mist reaching out with long fingers, wrapping itself around a treetop that had been almost visible just before. I took several pictures, knowing it wouldn’t look like anything on my phone afterwards. There would be lorries, blurry cars and the hills would not stand out. I spotted some car headlights, tucked between two hills, no road in sight. Why? Who woul...