Died in the Wool
Elizabeth Ludwig, Janelle Mowery
What happens when a small town gets some money that is meant to go toward various and sundry civic needs to be sorted by a committee? Flattery, bribery, sabotage...a little murder perhaps? And what happens when said murder happens in the local library that is headed by a spunky female librarian who may have already tried her hand at amateur sleuthing? She investigates, of course, and finds she might have bitten off more than she can chew.
I will be up front with you right now: I did not like this book [if you could not tell by the...tone of the summary]. This book represents so much that is wrong with the amount of material that is published today. The characters are shallow, hackneyed and uninteresting. Their interactions are cheesey and predictable. The writing is remarkably underwhelming.
What really breaks my heart here is that I had high hopes for this book, but as soon as Miss Spunky Protagonist began day dreaming about Detective Honorable Gentlemanly Dreamboat, I knew I'd lost. I had taken a gamble, picking up this Christian Mystery [Romance], yearning for a piece of accetably readable fluff and found myself struggling ot finish it. Why, oh why, did I fall forthe amusing title and oddly, though intriguingly, disconnected cover? ["Died in the Wool" suggests yarn or knitting, buth the image on the front was actually a girl in a library.]
I should have remembered what English Major snobbery taught me: all Christian Fiction is crap. Well, not all of it, but judging by the overwhelming presence of the romance genre and the repetition of themes...too much of it. For too much of it.
Don't bother with this one, friends. Not if you want to read something interesting.
Sigh.
Elizabeth Ludwig, Janelle Mowery
What happens when a small town gets some money that is meant to go toward various and sundry civic needs to be sorted by a committee? Flattery, bribery, sabotage...a little murder perhaps? And what happens when said murder happens in the local library that is headed by a spunky female librarian who may have already tried her hand at amateur sleuthing? She investigates, of course, and finds she might have bitten off more than she can chew.
I will be up front with you right now: I did not like this book [if you could not tell by the...tone of the summary]. This book represents so much that is wrong with the amount of material that is published today. The characters are shallow, hackneyed and uninteresting. Their interactions are cheesey and predictable. The writing is remarkably underwhelming.
What really breaks my heart here is that I had high hopes for this book, but as soon as Miss Spunky Protagonist began day dreaming about Detective Honorable Gentlemanly Dreamboat, I knew I'd lost. I had taken a gamble, picking up this Christian Mystery [Romance], yearning for a piece of accetably readable fluff and found myself struggling ot finish it. Why, oh why, did I fall forthe amusing title and oddly, though intriguingly, disconnected cover? ["Died in the Wool" suggests yarn or knitting, buth the image on the front was actually a girl in a library.]
I should have remembered what English Major snobbery taught me: all Christian Fiction is crap. Well, not all of it, but judging by the overwhelming presence of the romance genre and the repetition of themes...too much of it. For too much of it.
Don't bother with this one, friends. Not if you want to read something interesting.
Sigh.
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