Well, hi there, stranger. Long time, no see. I’ve been working hard on my life and my fiction writing and have neglected you shamefully.
I’d been debating about whether to continue the Irreverent Book Blog. After all, there are lots of people out there giving their opinions on books. What’s decided me is the same thing that started this in the first place. I wanted to share a book and author I love with you.
Through an eddy in the space-time continuum, the original blog entry where I introduced you to a friend of mine is now no more. Because of quantum, or some similar thing. However, with the recent release of her newest work, I feel the time-line is back on track, and so I will go forward from here, just as if there had always been a Romulan daughter of Tasha Yar flying around in a Warbird somewhere.
I have already talked to you in brief about my friend Emma Jameson. However, what you may not know is aside from Rosemary O’Malley, Emma is my oldest friend. We are closer than any two people who rarely see one another and communicate via the internet probably should be. We are no strangers to this separation, and have been writing from Florida to Tennessee since snail mail was the only method of so doing. I can promise that this blog would not exist without her, nor, probably would I. It is extremely rare that a childhood friendship can stand up to separation, distance, and all the changes adulthood brings. I’m very grateful for my friend.
As one of her oldest fans, and staunchest supporters, one might considered me biased in the case of her work. So, as always, a little more background for you.
Prior to my friend writing one, I had never heard of a cozy mystery. “Cozy” is not what I expect out of my fiction, as you all may have guessed by my choices to share with you. What in the hell was a cozy mystery, and why was my insanely talented friend writing them? The best definition I’ve heard also explains the reason. Cozies, apparently, are more “character driven”—another phrase I’d had no occasion to use prior to starting this blog—than other kinds of mysteries. OK, then, that made sense. No matter what name she is writing under, Emma’s work is always character-driven. When I say that, I mean very simply that she creates people. People you want to know, people with flaws and hearts and souls. So obviously, that’s where she needed to be.
I touched on the “Lord and Lady Hetheridge” Series of books in a prior “review and a half” that included Emma’s work. The most recent release, Something Blue, continues the story beautifully.
According to the author: Something Blue is:
Anthony Hetheridge, ninth baron of Wellegrave and chief superintendent for New Scotland Yard, will marry Kate Wakefield in three weeks. It’s inevitable-the invitations are out, the flowers are ordered, the cake is chosen. But murder waits for no man, and no wedding.
In London’s prestigious West End, a disgraced CEO has been murdered at Hotel Nonpareil, an exclusive destination. No one, it seems, liked Michael Martin Hughes. Not his estranged wife, Thora, or his defiant son, Griffin. Not Hotel Nonpareil’s manager, its head of security, or perhaps even the other two women in Hughes’s life: his future bride, Arianna, or his secret girlfriend, Riley. Still more ominously, before Hughes died, he incurred the wrath of a potentially more unforgiving foe: Sir Duncan Godington, longtime nemesis of both CS Hetheridge and DS Deepal “Paul” Bhar.
For the first time, CS Hetheridge, Kate and Bhar find themselves under tremendous pressure to uncover the killer in the shortest time frame ever. Has Scotland Yard, not to mention Downing Street, lost confidence in Hetheridge? Will the murder conviction rest on hard forensic evidence, a mountain of circumstantial details, or an impulsive theft? Find out by returning to the world of ICE BLUE and BLUE MURDER in SOMETHING BLUE, the third mystery featuring Lord Hetheridge, Kate Wakefield and Paul Bhar.
Once again, Emma gives us the people we’ve grown to love, and those we may come to dislike intensely. It is helpful to have read the other books in the series to truly enjoy Something Blue, but the story stands on its own, and is extremely entertaining.
Particularly interesting to an American like myself is the pervasive nature of the class structure in Great Britain. While obviously, snobbery is also rampant in the U. S., the general consensus is that it’s not a good thing. If we didn’t feel that way, we’d probably still be “The Colonies”. British snobbery is practically praiseworthy, and we feel every bit of it throughout this book. As Kate and Paul experience more of the class prejudice that is peculiar to their home country, I find myself pierced by it, as if it were happening to me.
All the elements of a good mystery are also present, and we learn more about the lives of the characters who do indeed drive this series. With twists in plot and subplot, the work keeps the reader moving and interested through-out. Staying up late to finish a book is pretty cliché to readers, but at 43, it is certainly more difficult to do than at 23. Nevertheless, I couldn’t put this one down, even as my Kindle was slipping from my hands. As one who often scorns romance, I even enjoyed those bits, especially because Kate and Tony can’t help but take their work home with them, which makes these scenes feel authentic.
Enjoy Something Blue! On the Imaqulotta Scale, I rate it as Heavenly!