October Book News

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LESLIE BUDEWITZ: Oh, October! Thrilled to announce the release, on October 4, of KILLING THYME, my third Spice Shop Mystery, set in Seattle’s Pike Place Market.  When Pepper investigates the murder of a market artist, she roots out long-buried secrets with unexpected ties to her family, will she be digging her own grave? Read an excerpt and find the buy links on my website.  Join me for a Mystery Teac at the Bigfork Library on Tues, Oct 4, from 3-5 pm. We’ll talk mysteries, sip tea and eat cookies (recipes in the Killing Thyme (final)book!), and play mystery trivia! If you’re in Missoula, please join me for a book talk at Fact & Fiction on Thurs, Oct 6, at 7 pm. And swing by the Bigfork Art & Cultural Center for my launch party and signing on Friday, Oct 7, 5-7 p.m., and visit the annual Watermedia exhibit sponsored by the Montana Watercolor Society at the same time! (I peeked — it’s fabulous!)

I’ll be in Seattle on October 13 — signing at Seattle Mystery Bookshop at noon, and reading/talking/signing a 7 p.m. at Third Place Books in Lake City.

Wherever you are, take thyme for a good mystery!

 

 

 

Marie F Martin

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Tentative release date for Don’t Mess With Mrs. Sedgewick is October 11, 2016

Roberta Sedgewick is stuck in a house that is too empty without her beloved Burton—the rat died and left her with his dog and rooms that rattle. She convinces her three golfing buddies, all in their seventies, to sell their homes and buy adjoining condos. The widows intend to spend the rest of their days golfing, gambling at the casino, and having fun. Oh, the heaven of it. But then they all hire the same maid who uncovers long-hidden criminal secrets kept by each woman. Oh, the horror of it. The reputations of their deceased husbands, a banker, a minister, and a respected farmer, will be tarnished forever. Three of the widows could face jail time, and the fourth fears for her life. Whatever will they do with the conniving, blackmailing maid?

If you grew to love the characters in Marie F. Martin’s previous novels Maternal Harbor, Harbored Secrets, and Ratham Creek, you will treasure Roberta and her friends in the mystery Don’t Mess With Mrs. Sedgewick.

Warmth in Autumn

Karen Wills

Autumn signifies change, always from warm to frosty. Retired and living just outside Glacier National Park, I think of tourists leaving, aspen turning gold, and larch raring up in lime- green, then pumpkin-color before giving up their needles altogether.

Humans change our colors, too. Russets and burgundies replace the pinks and yellows of spring and summer. People and nature blaze as though celebrating heat itself, then concede to the pastels of winter’s palette.

Another change is, of course, the start of school. I’ve always loved it: new teachers, students, subjects, textbooks, and supplies. I loved it for myself and my children. I always had such fun gazing down from my second story window as I dressed for work, and seeing their junior high marching band (the school one block away) strutting down our street in practice, their teacher alongside, looking pleased with himself, them, the crisp and promising morning.

And I loved teaching. The last stint of that was four years in Wales, Alaska, an Inupiaq subsistence village on the tipIMG_0175 of the Seward Peninsula on the Bering Strait. Fish are still hung to dry on racks there, nets put out for salmon, reindeer corralled once a year. The tundra is vast and empty. Winter is unforgiving. But the treeless land has its wonders. Autumn colors are in the grass, salmon berries, and blueberries.

After our first year or two the villagers would greet us with, “Welcome home, Jerry and Karen.” And at the annual Kingikmiut Dance Festival which occurs every September, bringing Eskimo dancers from all over the region to perform, drum, visit, and eat Eskimo food at the school gym, Faye Ongtowasruk, the most senior and respected elder in the village, invited me to join her and others in the Invitational Dance that started the festival. The honor and acceptance it signified warmed me thoroughly against the coming Arctic winter.
What warms you in autumn?