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As she traveled down the lane between the rows of parked cars, she noticed a conspicuous absence of new or expensive vehicles. Teaching didn't pay well enough for any luxuries, and Hannah thought that was a shame. There was something really wrong with the system when a teacher could make more money flipping burgers at a fast-food chain.
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Quote is taken from Chapter 1: Since Etta could log in her rare Baltimore oriole sighting, she decided she'd had enough birding for one day. It was just a fun hobby, not an obsession.
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humor
cozy
cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
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Ed Lynskey |
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Petey Samson gave the ladies an over-the-shoulder glance. He realized no doggie treat was forthcoming, even from Isabel who was usually the soft mark to hit up. He scratched his front claws to re-attack the sand.
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humor
cozy
cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
women-sleuths
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Ed Lynskey |
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Within the same hour as the murder took place, Isabel Trumbo sat in her armchair dozing, the Alaskan Outdoor magazine on her lap. Her kid sister Alma fidgeted in the other armchair, from time to time picking up her newspaper folded over to the day's crossword puzzle.
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humor
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cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
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Ed Lynskey |
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Megan stepping back let her glance switch from Alma to Isabel and return to Alma. No doubt about it, thought Megan. Created as much alike as any sisters ever had been, their resemblance started with their matching red-and-white polka dot blouses. Since she was a young girl, she had matched their eye colors to their different personalities.
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humor
cozies
cozy
cozy-mysteries
mysteries-cozy
cozy-mystery
whodunit
women-sleuths
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Ed Lynskey |
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I had passed; I had become the thing that had happened to me.
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cozy
cozy-mystery
mystery
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Charlaine Harris |
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Have they ever. Isabel never misses a trick. Anytime I step into their foyer, she's dropping hints all over the place. Don't get me wrong because I love both women dearly, and I enjoy playing a game or two of Scrabble, just not on every visit. Why can't we play Monopoly for a change of pace? I love squeezing the play money in my fist and snapping up the swanky properties like Park Place and Boardwalk.
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women-sleuths
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