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Purrfect Trap by Nic Saint

My rating: 1 of 5 stars


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Thursday night I finished reading Purrfect Trap by Nic Saint, which is the 15th book in the “Mysteries of Max” series of cozy cat mysteries.

Odelia thinks she has a big story to cover when a local meat market runs out of their beloved Duffer sausages. However, when several people go missing, along with most of the cats in Hampton Cove, she turns her attention to solving the disappearances. But this time, she’ll have to do it without the help of her own cats; they’re missing, too.

This was not entertaining; it was awful. I put two and two together early and hoped I was coming up with five, but no. I was correct in my assumption. The fact that nobody died (neither a cat nor a person) does not excuse the atrocity.

Favorite line: “It’s just like a serial killer to have some sort of weird cat fixation.”

Horrifying. Do yourself a favor and skip this one. It’s getting one star from me, because I can’t give it zero.

Fundraising the Dead by Sheila Connolly

My rating: 3 of 5 stars


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I finished reading Fundraising the Dead by Sheila Connolly last night. It’s the first book in her cozy “Museum” mystery series, starring museum fundraiser, Eleanor “Nell” Pratt.

As the fundraiser for the Society for the Preservation of Pennsylvania Antiques, Nell is busy organizing a grand gala that will hopefully woo more patrons to donate money. With only hours to go before the event, one of the board members contacts Nell, claiming that some items donated by her family have gone missing. Nell is certain the letters have merely been misplaced, but when she checks in with the archivist who has been logging the Society’s vast collections into the computer, she learns that other items are also unaccounted for. Nell vows to investigate further but she is hampered in her efforts when the archivist dies under mysterious circumstances the night of the gala. Worse, when Nell alerts the president of the society (the man with whom she’s been carrying on a discreet affair), Charles would rather keep things quiet than notify the authorities. As Nell digs into the disappearances, she finds more questions than answers.

Nell is a mature, sensible, and smart main character, if a bit naive. The plot was slow and methodical, not exactly exciting, but interesting. Nell’s “amateur investigation” had more to do with the missing items from the Society than the murder, which was a refreshing take on things. Characters were portrayed well. I’m not really sure how I feel about the book. I almost think that Martha “Marty” Terwilliger (the woman who first notified Nell of missing items) would have been a more compelling main character.

Favorite lines:
♦ “If I weren’t such a lady, I’d say we were in deep shit.”
♦ “You’ll never guess who’s downstairs.” // “I have no clue. The mayor? The head of the Philadelphia Museum? Brad Pitt?”

A good story, but not exactly entertaining. Average score of three.

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