Dear Folks, The minute I got up this morning I realized that not only is my book report a dumb idea, but is probably illegal. What I had intended to do was tell you the whole plot to the very end where we'd find out who done it. That would be 100% against the copyright laws. What I've already written shouldn't be a problem since it could be viewed as a teaser to get you to read the book yourself. But I sure did enjoy the daylights out of telling you as much as I did last night! End of book report! vee ----- Original Message ----- From: "Vee L. Housman" <housman@adelphia.net> To: <NYNIAGAR-FOLKS-L@rootsweb.com> Sent: Monday, April 18, 2005 1:19 AM Subject: [FOLKS] My Book Report > Dear Folks, > > This may be the dumbest thing I've ever started out to write but as usual > my mind won't shut up at this late hour and insists that I at least to > give it a shot. So here goes. > > For the past few days I've been reading my newest murder mystery, > "Sympathy for the Devil," a Culinary Mystery by Jerrilyn Farmer. It's a > serious murder mystery but lighthearted at the same time. > > The story opens with Madeline Bean who has managed to get her catering > business up and going over the years to the point where she's catering the > biggest Hollywood brunches, lunches and A-list parties for the rich and > famous of Hollywood. As the story opens, she and her partner Wes and > their assistant Molly (and about 30 others of the cooking staff) are in > the throes of putting the last-minute touches on the exquisite gourmet > food that will be served to about 500 guests amid the most ghostly and > scary Halloween effects that could possibly have been created. All > created by Madeline and her staff. > > I'll skip the part where there's a very last minute disaster with the > delivery of $13,000 worth of crates of truffles that she ordered that > turned out to be crates of earthworms. Nonetheless, after a few phone > calls, the earthworms were eventually delivered to the bait shop and the > bait shop turned over her crates of truffles. > > Moving right along, all of the guests were enjoying themselves with drinks > and the gourmet food when things got a bit tense. Their host Bruno was > spouting off his big mouth again, especially toward his good-for-nothing > grown sons by a few wives of his. Frankly, none of the guests liked Bruno > in the least. It was just that he was a big time movie/TV producer and > they were sucking up to him because they were in the same acting/producing > game as he but on a much smaller scale. > > After the food was set out and the guests were enjoying it plus the > non-stop availability of Champaign and other drinks, there was a horrible > scream out on the wooden dance floor under a tent. It was Bruno's latest > wife Lily screaming and standing over him as he writhed on the floor in > agony unable to breathe. A few moments afterward, he stopped breathing > and just lay there, dead. > > In other words, that's where the murder just begins and Madeline the > caterer finds that she's right in the middle of it. The coroner's report > on Bruno showed that he had died of strychnine poisoning! > > Before I continue this book report let me know if you're interested in my > continuing to write the Readers Digest version of the book. > vee > >