There’s just something about old books. It’s like their crinkled covers and yellowing pages tell a story all their own. I remember even as a child being absolutely fascinated by the old books my father owned. I’d pull them out of the book shelves and stare at them as if they’d open their mouths and start talking to me any minute. Needless to say, I couldn’t actually read most of them.
In fact, now that I think about it, even at the libraries it was the older books that drew me to them, as if they were somehow more exciting than their shiny, new counterparts with their glossy, embossed covers. I’d hold them and think of all the people who’d have read the book before me and what they’d thought of it. And of course, it pissed me off no extent when some well-intentioned people actually went ahead and scribbled what they’d thought of it on the covers. 😐 Vandals.
So, when I last made a mad dash to one of my bookstores of choice, it’s really no surprise that just as I was paying the bill some really old books stacked against the counter caught my attention. And then they were half price off. What can I say, the odds were stacked against my meager funds.
I’m still not sure why this was one of the books I picked up but it was possibly because there was something vaguely familiar about the title. Either way, I ended up buying Murder She Wrote: Hooray for Homicide, by all accounts a strange title but then the James Bond books also couldn’t have claimed any better.
Based on an old TV series, the book was about a murder mystery writer and how she finds herself turned into a real life sleuth. Possibly because it was based on a TV series (does anybody remember the days that was still done!) the book contained not one but two separate stories! In the first mystery Jessica, a 50 year-old widow (no Nancy Drew, this one) finds herself drawn into the middle of the murder of Stephen Earl, a cosmetics tycoon whose sudden disappearance from on board a yacht when sailing with his daughter raises a few questions. Many stand to gain from his death; too many perhaps.
The second one takes Jessica all the way to Hollywood when she finds out her bestselling book, The Corpse Danced at Midnight, is to be made into a movie. Except the way Jessica sees it, it’s not so much being made into a movie as it’s being murdered and mauled and she must do all she can to prevent this atrocity. But even as she wriggles a way into the studio to talk to the producer, he gets murdered and Jessica becomes a suspect!
A slightly quirky read, you don’t have to worry about the book being a heavy-duty whodunnit. With a blatant disregard for anything resembling police procedures, it’s very much like a home-baked murder. Nonetheless, it makes for an interesting as well as amusing read and is not a badly written book at all.
This one gets a 3 on 5. And I’m going to look for another Murder She Wrote the next time I visit the store! 🙂
Oooh I was a HUGE fan of the Angela Lansbury T.V. Series!!
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🙂 Then you should probably check out these books.
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I have never actually read any of the books only watched the tv series might try one out thanks
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Well, I never saw the TV series so I guess the books made sense for me 🙂
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I love the series and Angela Landsbury is kind of how I picture Agatha Christie, herself, although I doubt they looked anything alike! I often will pick up books based on a series, if it was one I really liked. This might have to be one of them! 🙂
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Especially when the time the series was aired itself brings back memories… 🙂
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I enjoyed the TV series too. Part of it was knowing that the outdoor scenic shots were not taken in New England, but in Mendocino, on the N. California coast where we used to visit rather often. The town was founded by New England fisherman and was a lot closer for the movie crews. Nice to know the books are likely enjoyable in the same way.
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🙂 Also there was something much simpler about the TV Series as well as the books written on them back then, right? Everything from Sidney Sheldon’s ‘I dream of Jeannie’ to perhaps ‘Murder She Wrote’. I think it was probably much easier to entertain people back then.
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Its more about the age-group who were watching the telly. It used to be small kids, and grown-ups. The teens and young adults would go out and LIVE LIFE!
Unlike currently where most of us sit at home and watch the telly instead.
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Lol! Maybe you’re right. 🙂
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Just looking at the cover makes my brain start playing the Murder, She Wrote music! Nooooo….. Thanks for nothing guys 😉
I love old books too 🙂
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Lol! For nothing, then! 😉 😀
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I used to love this as a kid, even though I could never spot the ‘mistake’ that the murderer inevitable made.
Sometimes it would annoy me though, like when some foreign diplomat said 1967 instead of 1968 by accident, and she would somehow remember it.
So I liked the show, but hated the smart arsed old woman who looked like my maths teacher.
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Lol! Well now, if the detectives weren’t smarter than us then we’d probably feel like we were shortchanged! 🙂
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