It’s another LAUNCH WEEK! Yay! Click here to learn about our POSED FOR MURDER contest!
So, my list of favorite books reads like a long innertube ride down a slow, muddy river. I go for the lighter fare, the gentler fare, occasionally the really-long-and-considered-by-some-to-be-insufferable fare.
I hit a bit of a reading slump about a month and a half ago. I have plenty of stuff on my shelves that promises to be good, but nothing seemed quite right. I started a few books that I couldn’t quite find the will to finish. One or two were the kind you even forget you started reading. (And then you find them sitting in a corner somewhere with a bookmark and guiltily slip them back on the shelf, bookmark still in place, to show that you made an effort.)
As my husband and I prepared for a weekend trip, I put a copy of Deb Meredith’s POSED FOR MURDER in my bag, thinking I’d check it out during my downtime.
Trip underway, downtime arrived, and I picked the book up and began to read.
POSED FOR MURDER is the story of Lydia, a Brooklyn-based photographer with a funky, feisty streak and a mind and career ambitions of her own. From the very first scene, the art gallery opening of Lydia’s envelope-pushing photographs, the mystery begins to build. Lydia’s photos recreate unsolved murders–but now a real murderer is recreating the murder scenes, with fatal consequences for Lydia’s friends and models.
So, downtime ended. It was time to get ready to go out to dinner.
I kept reading.
The husb began delivering timed warnings: “We have to leave in twenty minutes!” “We have to leave in fifteen minutes!”
Finally, with six and a half minutes left to dress, do my hair, and put on makeup, I reluctantly set the book down. And as soon as we returned from dinner, I went back to the couch, turned on the lamp, and kept on reading. And so it went for the rest of the weekend, until I’d devoured the whole thing.
I read a lot of wonderful books; books I don’t mean to diminish in any way by saying that they’re simply not the type you can’t put down. In fact, there’s a lot of pleasure in some cases in putting a book down and knowing it’s waiting for you to get back to it. That slow, innertube down the dirty creek pleasure.
But Meredith Cole’s POSED FOR MURDER is nothing like those–it’s the compelling, magnetic kind of pleasure. It’s as fun as a rollercoaster with no line, where the attendant lets you get right back on, but only after you get out, run through the line, and hop back into the car. It’s a total depature for a slow-boat girl like me… and what fun it was!
So next time you’re looking for a page-turner, look no further than Meredith Cole’s POSED FOR MURDER.
(The friends you’re meeting for dinner may give you dirty looks, but that’s a price you’ll be willing to pay.)
Hearty congratulations to my sister Debutante!
PS – If you know how much I like dinner, you would understand how astonishing this story is.