Nora Blackbird has made the society pages yet again. The impoverished Philadelphia heiress has agreed to wed Mick Abruzzo, son of New Jersey’s most notorious mobster. Now Nora has to help him survive the Blackbird curse: Every time a Blackbird sister marries, the groom is bound to die.
But Nora’s superstitions are eclipsed by some ominous news. Penny Devine, ex-Hollywood starlet and daughter of the Philadelphia Devines, has disappeared, and strangely, her family is very eager to have her declared dead. When it’s revealed that Nora has inherited Penny’s extensive couture wardrobe, eyebrows rise even higher. The only way for Nora to keep her name clear and save her sanity is to snoop among the snooty…until she sniffs out the truth.
The Blackbird sisters Nora, Libby and Emma tackle their sixth arch mystery (after 2006's Have Your Cake and Kill Him Too) set among Philadelphia's contemporary blue-blooded (and red-handed) set. When former child star Sweet Penny Devine goes missing and is presumed dead, her brother, Porter "Potty" Devine, opts for a memorial party and polo match instead of a funeral, which Nora, a society reporter, covers for a Philadelphia paper. The festivities falter after Nora discovers a severed hand that could be Penny's. Nora, Libby and Emma aid detective Ben Bloom in an investigation whose suspects include Potty; Vivian, Penny's cat-crazy sister; the Devines' former housekeeper's daughter, Julie Huckabee; Julie's missing father, Kell Huckabee; and Crewe Dearborne, a food critic. Sleuthing provides a welcome distraction for Nora, still grieving over a miscarriage and a little nervous about her engagement to Michael Abruzzo, son of a notorious New Jersey mobster. Martin's wicked observations about the horsy set enhance another fine-feathered mystery.
A Crazy Little Thing Called Death
Great read. Fun and interesting. Not deep. Not confusing just a good time.
Crazy Little Thing Called Death
I normally love Nancy Martin's Blackbird novels but this one was different. Martin is a wonderful writer, who weaves intricate plots and is always sure to give a bit of surprise at the ending. However, I've never seen her include as much smut in her stories as she did in this one. I wonder whether the publisher pressured her into it, promising a demanding public. I can say that in my case, I do not want the explicit, x-rated images projected from this book into my mind. I was truly enjoying the Blackbird mysteries but at this point I'm not sure I want to take a chance in trusting the novelist to return to her former, higher-level writing only to find out I've wasted money on another sex-crazed book. I'm no prude; who doesn't enjoy the fun, frisky side of falling in love? But if I wanted to read that sort of literature there is certainly no shortage (Danielle Steel). It's too bad to see Martin jumping on the same-old, tired band wagon. I guess I'm off in search of a new mystery series!