||Mar. 11, 2009
A zany romp through the world of TV celebrity chefs in search of a killer. Twins Goldie and Godiva try to prove their friend didn't do it.
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SILVER SISTERS MYSTERIES
When a famous chef is killed at the "over-the-top" televised Greatest Gourment Gladiators Tournament, twins Goldie Silver, and over-the-hill flower child who owns an antique shop in Juneau, Alaska, and her wealthy selfish twin Godiva Olivia DuBois, a Beverly Hills advice columnist set out to prove that Godiva's boyfriend didn't do it.
With unwanted help from their eighty year old mother and uncle, former vaudeville magicians who still perform at the Hollywood Home for Has Beens, they wind up in some pretty hot water. Schemes backfire, there are lots of twists and turns, and a surprise whodunit.
Godiva Olivia Dubois held the paper at arm’s length, squinting to read the jagged script without her glasses. “You know, on days like today I think I should have stuck with my little column in the Beverly Hills Blabbermouth instead of becoming syndicated.” She finally put on her glasses and read out loud.
Dear G. O. D.,
I’ve prayed to The Lord for guidance, but he doesn’t answer. The longer I stand by and watch, the more I know my mission. Time is running short now, so I’m turning to you. I have to know. Is it a sin to kill a monster?
Please tell me I won’t go to Hell if I rid the world of this human piece of garbage. I don’t do well in extreme heat.
Maybe some joker is pulling my leg. She read it again, digesting every word, shuddered, and pushed it over to her mother.
“Mom, this letter is really spooky. Read it and see what you think.”
Flossie picked up the creased ivory sheet. It wobbled in her veined hand as she glanced up and down the page clicking her tongue. “You see, Godiva?” She shook the paper under her daughter’s nose. “That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you. When you write a column called Ask G.O.D., don’t be surprised if you get letters from nutcases.”
Godiva snatched the letter back. “I should have known you’d say that.” She marched across the room and plunked it down on the table. “Read this one, Unk. Mom thinks it’s from a crank, but I’m afraid it might be real.” Sterling Silver dropped the mail sack he was emptying onto the mahogany library table.
Holding the sheet like a dead skunk, his eyes crinkled as he strained to read. “Forget about it, honey. Sounds like a crank to me. Just stick to the funny ones. Remember, the audience loves a good laugh.”
“Yeah, I know, Unk, but something feels weird about this. I’m just not sure what to do.” Godiva retrieved the letter from him, put it back in the envelope and slipped it into the pocket of her embroidered silk jacket.
She scooped up another pile and started plowing through it. “What would I do without you guys? I feel like I’m swimming up stream.”
Flossie rolled her eyes. “Well you’re up to your neck, all right. Since the beginning of time people have asked God for advice, so what does my daughter do? She gives them an address! Did you listen to what I told you? Of course not. So our poor mailman’s getting a hernia schlepping letters from all these... these...” She made a sweep of the room with her hand. “...these wackos.”
“Wackos sell papers, Mother. How do you think those tabloids can afford to pay out millions to settle libel suits?”
After slitting open a few more envelopes, Flossie waved a piece of pink paper at her. “Now, here’s a dilly. This woman’s husband dresses up like Mae West and wants her to go shopping for lingerie with him.”
A smile lit Godiva’s face. “Hmmm. Might have potential...”
“Hah! Listen to this. She wants to know if it’s all right for him to use the ladies’ dressing room if she goes in with him!”
Sterling let out a belly laugh. “You know, your goofy Uncle Lester used to dress up like a woman. Of course it was part of his vaudeville act, but he really did look a lot like Mae West...”
SID WEAVER'S MAINLY MYSTERIES
This is a very warm sort of close family story of the two sisters, their aging mother and uncle, and endearing pet dog, all engaging in intimate repartee while making small progress toward solution to the crime. St. James and Bradner give us a well crafted and cleverly written story that should be read in front of a warm fire. It is engaging and keeps the gentle reader going page after page with a good mix of humor and intrigue. I give it an 8 of 10 on the Weaver Meter.
Sid Weaver ...
Amateur Reviewer and Sleuth Wanna-Be www.mainlymysteries.com
A FIVE ANGEL REVIEW
"A FIVE ANGEL REVIEW"! Ms. St. James and Ms. Bradner mix some exciting names that brew well within the storyline. They give the reader a run for their money in this fast and furious skip with a mixture of cooking and a glitz of Hollywood. This delicious recipe of entertainment is scrumptious. I look forward to more remarkable stories from these two authors! The character names are to die for! Stand up and cheer, this reader loved, loved, loved this book!
LINDA L. Fallen Angel Reviews
READER REVIEWS A CORPSE IN THE SOUP
Fast-paced and laugh-out-loud funny, this was a quick and satisfying read. Morgan St. James and Phyllice Bradner are sisters in real life, so that might explain why their co-operation worked out so well in a book as well. I certainly hope this was not the last book they've written together. Silver Sisters rule! I would highly recommend "A Corpse in the Soup" to any mystery lover, particularly those who enjoy the Cooking Channel and love a good, funny read.
Take several chefs, add some classy - and less classy - ladies, a couple of well-aged vaudeville actors, a talking dog, a bunch of gofers and miscellaneous Hollywood characters, and add a heaping cup of jealousy, a pinch of intrigue, a smidgen of history. Garnish with incredibly funny names (Sterling Silver, Biff Wellington, Chili Pepper, Justin Thyme, Mr. Manicotti, Caesar Romano...), take a shot at the increasingly popular cooking shows and stir well. What do you get? You get a recipe for an amusing, frothy, yet not lightweight romp. The characters are lovable and believable, even when they leave you shaking your head in wonder over their antics. The story flows well and pulls you in very quickly. Although you might think quite early in the book that you know who the villain is, I would be surprised if you'd truly manage to solve this mystery before the final pages.
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