Carol Dickinson
2017-10-01 21:33:09 UTC
OK I admit my TBR pile still has about 400 books
in it and I have probably several dozen in the
never before read authors pile so I'll probably
keep tripping over more of the cookie cutter midlist
new writers for a while.
This one I think was one of the last I picked up
at the grocery store after my favorite bookstore
went out of business, before I realized ALL the
ones from the grocery store I dislike. Come from
just a couple of publishers.
This one is called "Dire Threads" by Janet Bolin,
the first in a series. Although it is not set in
the south, but New York State a stones throw from
lake Erie, it has all the other cliches. Pre-history
of the main 2 characters is that they worked in NY
city for a fellow one was dating who was some sort
of a criminal they got convicted.
Then for a change of pace they hear about this
little town called Elderberry Bay where the
textile factory has gone out of business. Its
dying. Not even a grocery store. Always no
grocery store. But they decided they and 3
of the one girls mothers will each open a
store connected to textiles and call it
Threadville. They have tours from some unnamed
bigger town up the road.
The killer isw is they have these stores, and they
each live above or below them. They offer classes.
AND STAY IN BUSINESS BECAUSE A TOUR BUS BRINGS
THE SAME FEW LADIES TO TOWN DAILY to learn new
skills and buy machines. At night these daily
tour bus riders do fantastic projects that would
take any normal single woman with infinite time
on her hands days or weeks, and do them overnight!
And the stores make no sense. If the town can't
support a grocery store, it can't support a machine
embroidery store dependent on selling machines, or
a store devoted completely to notions. That wouldn't
survive here in a population of 200,000. Oh and
there's a lady weaver who lives out in the woods
who can produce a dozen huge pieces in a single
week.
SO there's a murder and the body is found in the
yard of one of the ladies stores. And of course
there is a stupid sheriff, who has NO deputies
in this town. And at least 4 eligible bachelors
they drool over. The clue that leads to the
denouement sticks out like a sore thumb from
the beginning. No other clues until the finale,
when it ends up being everybody in town and the
whole tour group gathered together, and an
accusation is made like in an old Agatha Christie
tale.
I was determined to finish it since I paid full
price for it. 318 pages and it took me 6 days to
wade through. I can read that many PAGES in a single
night usually. Oh and lots of hiNts about machine
embroidery at the end.
Stay away from this turkey.
And I think if I run across any more of these
unread new authors with goofy stores I shall
just throw them across the wall and forget
about getting my $6 worth of entertainment.
I need an injection of good storytelling. Good
thing its Sunday. 5 hours to go until the next
episode of Outlander. Meanwhile I will go out
and pull the silk flowes out of my garden. Its
supposed to snow within the week.
Yes I have silk flowers in the bare spots where
the mid-season per
eniels have all died. I needed
to look out and see some color, and you can't
tell they're fake from the road as you ride
by on a galloping horse.
Carol
in it and I have probably several dozen in the
never before read authors pile so I'll probably
keep tripping over more of the cookie cutter midlist
new writers for a while.
This one I think was one of the last I picked up
at the grocery store after my favorite bookstore
went out of business, before I realized ALL the
ones from the grocery store I dislike. Come from
just a couple of publishers.
This one is called "Dire Threads" by Janet Bolin,
the first in a series. Although it is not set in
the south, but New York State a stones throw from
lake Erie, it has all the other cliches. Pre-history
of the main 2 characters is that they worked in NY
city for a fellow one was dating who was some sort
of a criminal they got convicted.
Then for a change of pace they hear about this
little town called Elderberry Bay where the
textile factory has gone out of business. Its
dying. Not even a grocery store. Always no
grocery store. But they decided they and 3
of the one girls mothers will each open a
store connected to textiles and call it
Threadville. They have tours from some unnamed
bigger town up the road.
The killer isw is they have these stores, and they
each live above or below them. They offer classes.
AND STAY IN BUSINESS BECAUSE A TOUR BUS BRINGS
THE SAME FEW LADIES TO TOWN DAILY to learn new
skills and buy machines. At night these daily
tour bus riders do fantastic projects that would
take any normal single woman with infinite time
on her hands days or weeks, and do them overnight!
And the stores make no sense. If the town can't
support a grocery store, it can't support a machine
embroidery store dependent on selling machines, or
a store devoted completely to notions. That wouldn't
survive here in a population of 200,000. Oh and
there's a lady weaver who lives out in the woods
who can produce a dozen huge pieces in a single
week.
SO there's a murder and the body is found in the
yard of one of the ladies stores. And of course
there is a stupid sheriff, who has NO deputies
in this town. And at least 4 eligible bachelors
they drool over. The clue that leads to the
denouement sticks out like a sore thumb from
the beginning. No other clues until the finale,
when it ends up being everybody in town and the
whole tour group gathered together, and an
accusation is made like in an old Agatha Christie
tale.
I was determined to finish it since I paid full
price for it. 318 pages and it took me 6 days to
wade through. I can read that many PAGES in a single
night usually. Oh and lots of hiNts about machine
embroidery at the end.
Stay away from this turkey.
And I think if I run across any more of these
unread new authors with goofy stores I shall
just throw them across the wall and forget
about getting my $6 worth of entertainment.
I need an injection of good storytelling. Good
thing its Sunday. 5 hours to go until the next
episode of Outlander. Meanwhile I will go out
and pull the silk flowes out of my garden. Its
supposed to snow within the week.
Yes I have silk flowers in the bare spots where
the mid-season per
eniels have all died. I needed
to look out and see some color, and you can't
tell they're fake from the road as you ride
by on a galloping horse.
Carol