panI bought a pulpy paperback style edition of this book at a used bookstore, and I was excited for some cheesy pulpy style murder mystery 1950s action. Alas. Even with the cult bad guys and crazed reefer addicts and the creepy mountain mansion, there are really very few spinsters actually in jeopardy, and the book is entirely boring. If it had been any longer, I wouldn't have finished it.
Bought this one in a used-book store in Chico, CA because the title cracked me up. 1961 paperback mystery, New Zealander author, pubbed in 1954. It‘s the 17th in a series, which I usually don‘t start with (oops!), but I‘m doing it.
I‘m not feeling very good about myself today. Sometimes I, too, feel like the only thing I‘m good for is alphabetizing things. Fortunately, I hoard Jeopardy! episodes for just such an occasion.
But, on a positive note, I got to play with a teeny, tiny kitten at work today. His litter was in an old car that we bought for a vehicle extrication class, but he was the only one who survived. He was sooo sweet, though. I almost brought him home.
My current read-love this author! #currentlyreading #mystery
pickWe'll call this a pick in a totally bonkers way. Reminiscent of Death in Ecstasy, but perhaps with more intentional humour, and some excellent use of French to make the setting feel authentic.
#bookandlunch out at Bridgehead. Turkey club with chipotle mayo, and a maple latte! 😋
A fair amount of WTFery going on with this Fontana paperback...
#marchintoreading day 13: Commonwealth authors
Spinsters in Jeopardy: Roderick Alleyn #17 | 
