Reviewed By Liz

ISBN 978-0-451-22041-7

A Crazy Little Thing Called Death is a Blackbird Sisters Mystery. The Blackbird sisters, Nora, Libby, and Emma, are from an old Philadelphia family but have been in financial difficulty since their parents ran off to South America with all the family money (and money from a few other families, besides). The sisters also share the family curse – they are all young widows. Nora has accepted and is finally wearing a massive engagement ring from Nick Abruzzo, who assures her that he will be fine. But the fact that he keeps having accidents and near misses is starting to worry her.

Nora becomes involved with another unusual Philadelphia family when she attends the memorial service/polo match for neighbor Penny Devine. Although her family has declared Penny dead in absentia (she has been missing for some time) Nora finds a severed human hand at the memorial. Which, of course, leads everyone to wonder what really happened to Penny.

I love the setup that Martin has created for the Blackbird sisters. She has three women with very different temperaments and experiences to draw from. She has built-in issues of financial hardship, single parenthood, and substance abuse problems that the women are all coping with. And she has great conficts between the Blackbirds’ old moneyed family and Abruzzo’s mob background. But she has also incorporated some very fun elements like the parties that Nora covers for her society column and watching her sister’s unusual children.

Martin also weaves an interesting plot for these main and the many supporting characters to appear in. There are always lots of mini mysteries and intrigues going on around Nora and they resolve satisfactorily in the end when all is revealed.

Favorite character? This is always a hard question with these books because I like them all. Did I guess it? Yes. Will I read another? Definitely. I have read and enjoyed all the Blackbird sisters books.

Mystery Book Reviews by Liz at http://reviewedbyliz.com ©2007

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RED BANK, NJ — Did you ever feel like the last pickle in a jar, or that one untouched cheeseburger, cold on the plate after a big family picnic?

Doesn’t SOMEbody want me?

I knew I was taking a chance when I agreed to this appearance–not exactly a prime location for a reading and book signing–but my apprehension ratchets higher as I pull up to the valet parking sign. Thunder, lightning, and steady rain have been assaulting the Jersey Shore since dawn, but now it’s a deluge, the spring storm drumming hard against the black top and the windshield of my Chevy pickup.

NEGATIVE THOUGHT #1: Nobody’s coming out in weather like this.

RESULTING STRANGE THOUGHTS A,B,and C: Nobody but worms. There’s hundreds of the desperate little critters on that strip of grass over there, searching for dry ground. It’s too bad worms don’t read. I could scoop up dozens, saving their lives. They’d feel obligated to buy my novel. In fact, if I remember my biology correctly, I could rip all the worms in half and sell TWICE as many books.

I leave the pickup’s engine running and unload my box of novels, magazine reprints, chapbook-giveaways, business cards, and three packs of Rolaids, then dump everything just inside the doorway. No sign of the valet parker.

Inside and dripping wet, I am ushered to an empty meeting room with 20 chairs and a sofa, a table of coffee and cookies, and opposite that, a wall of glass that looks out on the grey, storm-tossed Navesink River. I set up my stuff and sit down to wait. It’s 12:45. The show–me–goes on at 1 o’clock.

Five minutes later my twenty-something daughter shows up to help. While I’m dispensing laughs, wisdom, and authorial insight, daughter Jane will sell books and collect the money.

At 1:15, the room is still empty.

Jane says, “Why would you do a book signing at a nursing home, Pop?”

You know, I’ve been asking myself the same question.

“Well, it’s more than a nursing home,” I say. “There’re lots of independent people here–folks in their seventies. And the marketing director is a friend of mine. She sent out flyers to all the families, had a big story written for their newsletter.”

Jane glances around the empty room. It’s 1:20. “That must have been some story,” she says.

Someday scientists will discover there’s a gene that passes on sarcasm.

At 1:30, my friend Mary the marketing director comes in, the room still empty but for silent Getzes. All smiles and controlled energy, however, Optimistic Mary is undaunted by empty seats and disappointed novelists.

“The weather hurt us,” Mary says. “We’ll have to do this again another time, maybe a summer boat cruise with a wine tasting and live entertainment.”

I nod. “Yeah, free booze and Bruce Springsteen might get a few of my friends to come. Think we could give away vacation homes?”

“You’re so funny.”

NEGATIVE THOUGHT #2: Maybe I’m funny. Maybe I’m not. But nobody’s ever going to know one way or the other if I don’t get people to read my book.

RESULTING STRANGE THOUGHTS A and B: Maybe I need to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge dressed as a giant tuna, my villain’s choice for a murder weapon. Or kidnap a major book reviewer for the New York Times and hold them hostage until–

Nah. Maybe I just need to get back on the telephone and wear out another pair of shoes.

I did arrange one other signing, April 14 inside a real bookstore, River Road Books in Fair Haven, NJ. And on April 18th I catch a plane to Miami Beach for Sleuthfest, a convention of mystery fans and writers. Besides filing an “on the scene” report for you reviewedbyliz.com readers, I’ll sit on an author panel entitled “The Road to Publication–Advice from Recent Travelers.”

I don’t think I’m going to mention the worms.

Glad you’re still on the bus. Jack Getze

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Mystery Book Reviews by Liz at http://reviewedbyliz.com ©2007