At Least I’ve Got My Mind

I’m still at home, doing my best to keep my feet up with a confirmed high ankle sprain. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, so I’m posting one here. ‘Nuff said. It could be worse, I guess; instead of a boot I could be in a cast. Still, I sure do wish I weren’t quite so banged up and I could still get around.

There is one good thing about this, though, and that is the chance not only to read some good book but to tell you about them. One of the best books I’ve read recently is A Good Day for Chardonnay by Darynda Jones. Yes, it’s a mystery, and it’s so much more. It’s absolutely laugh out loud funny and boy could I use that these days.

Basically, in my review I talk about the humor in the book, along with several different mysteries. For example, who attacked the man at the bar; the one who has unbelievable assassin like skills and how and why does Levi, Sunshine’s crush since she was in high school, want to find them before Sunshine does? She is the sheriff in town, after all. Why won’t Levi go get his injuries from the bar fight seen to and leave tracking down the perpetrators to her?

In addition to that question, there are numerous other threads to follow in the book. There is Quincy, Sunshine’s deputy, who is acting odd, or odd for him. There’s Sunshine’s daughter who is unbelievably smart and good at heart but who still makes typical teenage decisions. Other characters who move in and out of the story are the 83 year old who confesses to every crime committed, including the bar fight, the baker who’s treats seem to always signal a disaster headed toward Sunshine and her sheriff’s department, and the Dangerous Daughters, the perhaps mythical women’s group rumored to be the driving force behind keeping the town safe. Now the mayor is threatening Sunshine’s job if she doesn’t discover their identities.

But don’t take my word for it. You can read a full review by clicking on the title above. It will take you to my review just published in Mystery and Suspense Magazine. Then, go get the book and start reading; just don’t start in the library where they want you to be quiet. You’ll want to let your laughter roll out loud. Happy Reading.