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Friday, October 18, 2013

Pamela Rose--Sherlock's Home--Review and Guest Post

Synopsis: Life imitating art? That’s Finn Sherlock’s first bizarre thought when she stumbles across a dead body within the Civil War era hiding place inside Sherlock’s Home Mystery Bookstore. Thinking that it’s her gnome-like Uncle Oz costumed to play the part of a fortunetelling druid for ‘All Hallows’ Eve,’ she is relieved when she learns that the hooded figure is not her favorite uncle, but the town’s favorite outcast, Odds Bodkins.
Unfortunately, murder suspects abound due to the fact that the mystery bookstore and its adjoining 221b Bakery were the first stop on the Leapers Point’ Halloween circuit and any number of people were on the scene for the annual ‘Fright Night’ tour. More than that, Odds Bodkins was almost universally detested; far too many would agree that the assisted demise of the loathsome little witch was more treat than trick…possibly even a community service.
With a little help from Uncle Oz and her identical twin sister, Echo, Finn sets out to discover who amongst the congenial southern townsfolk had the audacity and plain bad manners to murder the contentious crone right under the Sherlock family noses. Was it the fire and brimstone preacher Willie Ping? ‘Blooming Idiots’ talented but slightly mental florist? Or what about fluffy nonagenarian Eula May Binks…can anybody really be that sugary sweet? But, when the local Sheriff, Wavy Davey, learns that it was Uncle Oz’s Halloween prop – a bona fide hangman’s noose – that was the murder weapon, there’s more heating up inside the 221b Bakery than just the ovens.
Join the heart of Dixie’s new sleuth Finn Sherlock as she resolutely follows in the footsteps of her namesake to create more than a little mayhem and detect a folksy murderer. Sherlock’s Home Mystery Bookstore…where the game is always afoot.

My Review:

I really, really liked this book.  It is a great cozy mysteries, plus it starts at Halloween and ends at Christmas, which is my absolute favorite time of year.  That made me like this book all the more.  I really enjoyed getting to know the Sherlock's and the other quirky characters from Leaper's Point, a small town in Northern Georgia.  Finn is an awesome sleuth.  This cozy had everything that makes a great cozy.  There was food, pets, books, and a great mystery that left me guessing till the end.  There was not one, but two separate murders in this book.   I highly recommend this great cozy to get you started on your Holiday reading.  Great job Pamela!

I received a complimentary copy of this book for my honest review.

About The Author:Many moons ago on an Indiana farmstead My Weekly Reader became Pamela’s first true love, miraculously discovered at the behest of her somewhat humorless third-grade teacher, notorious among her students for being a bit of a pickle-puss. About the same time Pamela realized her ability to cleverly manipulate prose when she read aloud in class her very first book report on a small, much beloved book appropriately named Twig. She was startled to learn subsequently that nearly all of her classmates signed up to read the tiny tome as a result. It was Pamela’s first brush with true power and it was intoxicating. Love affairs with The Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew and Trixie Belden soon followed. Before very long, a grand obsession with all things related to Sherlock Holmes ensued. Ever fickle, Pamela moved on to a brief fling with Ellery Queen. Her short attention span regarding other equally engaging mystery writers soon became obvious to those who were paying attention. However, it should be said that Pamela wistfully returns from time to time to revisit these former loves and renew her passion.
Little did Pamela realize that a true career path had been decided upon. It would be years before this avenue would manifest after Pamela successfully dabbled in careers in advertising, television retailing and radio; eventually teaching in subjects related to all areas at Ball State University in Muncie, Indiana.
Pamela Rose currently lives in the mountains of North Carolina with her tuxedo cat Jake who amuses himself by impersonating a multi-syllabic, tirelessly fetch-playing dog. Also being of a benevolent mind, Jake graciously allows Pamela to serve as his personal valet in exchange for long periods of quiet in which to write.
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Guest Post:

1.        Finn Sherlock is a divorced woman, still recovering from the blow.  Can you relate to that as a woman and/or a writer?

2.       Why did you decide to use a pen name?

3.       Regular or Crispy? i.e. Where do you get your story ideas?


1.       Ah…you found me out.  Yes, as a woman and a writer I can certainly relate to the subject of divorce.  Just ask my former husband!  (It’s okay…we’re friends now.  I think.) Seriously, writing wisdom advises to ‘write what you know.’  Like many others, I’ve had the opportunity to become well acquainted with the whole divorce scene―in its many harrowing incarnations.  I used that experience somewhat in writing about Justin Thyme in A Thyme to Harvest and again as Finn Sherlock in Sherlock’s Home: The Adventure of the Contentious Crone.  Book characters don’t exist in a vacuum, and they don’t spring fully formed from the head of Zeus.  To create a character that is believably real, they have to have a history, what is called in the writing ‘biz’ a back story.  Divorce is a subject upon which many can relate, myself included.  When I wrote the line in ‘Contentious Crone’ about Finn Sherlock and the “hole had been torn through her heart big enough to float a freighter through,” I could speak of that with some authenticity.  Good writing is always authentic, if nothing else.  Vicariously, the reader is given the opportunity, then, to experience healing and growth right along with the fictional character.  Hopefully, there’s a similar method to any writer’s madness.


2.       I chose to write under a pen name for two reasons, one personal and one practical.  Speaking practically, a woman’s last name can be subject to change if she marries and chooses to adopt her husband’s name.  As I already mentioned, I’ve had occasion to learn that.  Should I chose to remarry that might be a point of contention with my new hubby if I decided not to adopt his last time. So, being the absolute coward that I am, I circumvented that problem by creating my pen name, which by the way, is my real first and middle name.  To this day, I can still hear my mother’s voice chastising me with a sentence that usually began with, “Pamela Rose…” (Fill in the blank.)  The personal reason for adopting a pen name is one, alas, not one I’m exactly pleased to point out, even though it is a real answer and absolutely true.  I decided that I didn’t want my former husband to get any credit whatsoever for my writing. There.  That’s about as real as it gets.  (Just because we’re now friends, doesn’t mean there isn’t a history!)


3.       Oh, regular, of course.  (I dallied with crispy once, but regular wooed me back.)  My story ideas come from many places, from my lifetime experiences of growing up on a farm, my careers and the many jobs I’ve held.  Also, because like most writers I’m an avid reader, I’m always gleaning something from somewhere that sparks a story idea.  And I love to travel, so sometimes I’ll be off on an excursion and something will just ‘click’ for me.  For instance, I was traveling through the countryside in Costa Rica and noticed the rivulets of yellow water off in the distance that were run-offs from a somewhat active volcano.  That’s information upon which I expanded when I wrote about volcanoes in The Eyes of the Jaguar.  There’s an experience I collected when floating through the Panama Canal that I also intend to use some day when it’s appropriate:  I’m on a large tender with my friends going through the locks of the canal, a smaller sailboat has been tethered to our sides as we descend through the locks.  I look up and there’s a construction crew a couple of stories high off to one side of the canal watching our passage.  Among the hard-hatted crew I inadvertently locked eyes with one man who seemed to be avidly observing our boat.  On impulse, I smiled and waved.  He responded by pointing at me and wildly mimicking that his heart was beating (for me).  I laughed and responded in a similar fashion.   At which point, we both doubled over with laughter as did the others around me and the other workers gathered around him.  It was one of those serendipitous moments in time, never to be personally replicated, I’m sure.  I don’t know where or when, but someday I will use that in my writing.  It’s too unique not to.   And it just emphasizes my point that no matter how small the incident, everything is just grist for the mill in the hands of a writer.