Category Archives: Juicy Mystery Book Reviews

Locke, Attica

“Dana would have his tail if he didn’t make it back across the lake by sundown. She’d said as much when she put him out on the steps of their trailer – which she did the second Rory Pitkin rolled up on his Indian Scout with the engine off, the toes of his motorcycle boots dragging in the dirt. She’d given Levi the key to their granddaddy’s boathouse and a few dollars from the bottom of her purse and told him he had to be home before Ma and Gil got back or she’d burn all his Pokeman cards and make him watch.”

Cleverly, Barbara — Detective Joe Sandilands Mystery Series, Inspector Redfrye Mystery Series, and Laetitia Talbot Mystery Series

“Some figures in the British establishment were above the reach of common law and order and any policeman threatening to topple one of this elite group would himself be sent spinning base over apex before he could do any harm. Joe’s letter of resignation was lodged permanently in the drawer of Trenchard’s desk as a gauge of his independence and determination to uphold the law without ear or favour. The men assembled on this occasion were all well aware of that. Sandilands was not “One of Us” nor yet quite “One of Them.” Might even prove to be a loose cannon.” Diana’s Alter, Barbara Cleverly

Finch, Charles: Charles Lynch Mysteries

“There was a great deal to take in, and, beginning with an inspection of the body, he noted it all with a pencil in the mall leather-bound notebook he kept in his font pocket, each small detail. Still, when he stepped down on the platform again, some fifteen minutes later, it was not the inhumane manner of the murder that filled him with consternation. It was that for the first time in his young career, he had encountered a case without a single clue.”

Massey, Sujata: Perveen Mistry and Rei Shamuro Mysteries

“On the morning Perveen saw the stranger, they’d almost collided. Perveen had come upon him half-hidden in the portico entrance to Mistry House. The unshaven, middle-aged man appeared as if he’d slept for several days and nights in his broadcloth shirt and the grimy cotton dhoti that hung in a thousand creases from his waist to his ankles. His small, squinting eyes were tired, and he exuded a rank odor of sweat mixed with betel nut.”

Davis, Lindsey: Marcus Didius Falco and Flavia Albia Mysteries

“The waiters were doing their best, with gristly good temper, but it was a job and a half feeding such a throng, and there were the usual aggravating women who ordered up veal medallions in fennel sauce –without the fennel, please!”

He pointed to the artifact I had just extracted from a packing crate. It was perhaps three feet in length, carved of some sort of exotic hardwood, and buffed to a smooth sheen. It was oddly festive.

Harris, C.S. — Sebastian St. Syr Mystery Series

“He was like a god to her. What happens when your god dies? Sebastian wondered. When someone is your sun and moon and stars, and then you discover something, something that reveals a hitherto unknown weakness so fundamental, so shattering that it destroys not only your trust in the other person, but your respect, too.
Some people never recover from that kind of disillusionment.”
― C.S. Harris, When Gods Die

King, Laurie R (Mary Russell-Sherlock Holmes, Harris Stuyvesant Books, Stand-Alone Books

“The temptations to decorate, to revise and tinker with a horribly bald and incomplete manuscript instead of bashing through to The End is perpetual, but the mantra that runs through my mind every day of writing a first draft is: FINISH THE THING, Then see what’s there.”

Raybourne, Deanna Veronica Speedwell Mysteries

“I assure you, I am perfectly capable of identifying a phallus when I see one,” Stoker informed me, clipping the words sharply. “And that is no such thing.”

He pointed to the artifact I had just extracted from a packing crate. It was perhaps three feet in length, carved of some sort of exotic hardwood, and buffed to a smooth sheen. It was oddly festive.

Rendell, Ruth, Chief Inspector Wexford Novels (aka Barbara Vine) –

1930-2015 Baroness Rendell of Babergh, CBE, was an English author of thrillers and psychological murder mysteries. She is best known for creating Chief Inspector Wexford, starting with From Doon to Death, 1964 and ending with the 20th Inspector Wexford novel, End in Tears, 2005. Her first novel as her Barbara Vine pseudonym was A Dark-Adapted Eye, 1985. Rendell was said to have worked out her plot idea and who will commit the crime before she started writing her detective novels. She told Michael Hanlon of the Toronto Star, “I write intending this Perpetrator X in mind. I write without letting my readers know that it’s X.” She said that when she got to the last chapter, she usually found that someone else was the killer. Books under her own name tended to be more plot-driven while her Barbara Vine books focused on the mind of those with pathological, sometimes obsessive, problems. But everything of hers that I’ve read has stayed with me (often as a nightmare) over the years.

The Monster in the Box, A Wexford Case