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Penelope Amour Mysteries
Category:
Young Adult/Teen
Publisher: CreateSpace
ISBN-10: 1461162211
Type: Fiction
Pages: 184
Copyright: 2011
ISBN-13: 9781461162216
In a time before cell phones, MP3 players, and the Internet, a girl can roll up her sleeves and solve a murder, especially before she becomes the next victim. Penelope Amour is thirteen and rebellious. Her controlling mother and eccentric father dominate her life. And she lives isolated in the Manor where such a murder has occurred.
THE BIRTHDAY CURSE is set outside the town limits of Dillwood, in a strange old house called the Manor, with a detective who is bold, brassy and only thirteen. Her name is Penelope Amour.
Her parents invite family and friends to the Manor to celebrate Penelope’s birthday, assembling an odd mix of characters. Complications soon arise when a snowstorm knocks out the power, stranding them in the country, fourteen miles from town. Then on the morning of Penelope’s birthday, they find one of the guests dead. Another guest spins a tale of a triple curse, claiming that two more will die in the next two days. While the adults bumble along trying to find the killer, Penelope enlists the help of friends Ruthie, Wendell and Orson to find the murderer.
THE BIRTHDAY CURSE is a blend of humor, cozy mystery and suspense that is a fun read for adults as well as tweens.
Excerpt
Penelope slammed the backdoor of the Manor with enough force to rattle the pots and pans hanging above the eight-burner stove. She pivoted off a throw rug in the mudroom and turned left, kicking it back into the corner. Ten feet into the kitchen, she stopped, breathless.
“Where have you been?” Mother scolded. “And must you wear that silly hat? It looks like a stretched out sock. It was cute when you were nine, but you’re almost thirteen, and much too old for such nonsense.”
Penelope pulled the stocking cap tighter around her head, forcing her curly hair to bulge more from around its edges. “I like this hat. It says me.”
Mother wrinkled her nose. “Look at the rest of you. Your hands are dirty, your shirt’s stained and your pants are too long. You’re a mess.”
Penelope pushed her hands into the pockets of her bib overalls and stared down at the bunched fabric by her ankles. “I’m four-foot-nine, Mother. Everything I wear is too long.”
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