Hooked On Ewe
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4.3 • 67개의 평가
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- US$5.99
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In national bestselling author Hannah Reed’s latest Scottish Highlands mystery, aspiring romance novelist Eden Elliott discovers the landscape isn’t the only thing that’s dramatic when a local woman is done in...It’s early September in Glenkillen, Scotland, when American expat (and budding romance novelist) Eden Elliott is recruited by the local inspector to act as a special constable. Fortunately it’s in name only, since not much happens in Glenkillen.For now Eden has her hands full with other things: preparing for the sheepdog trial on the MacBride farm—a fundraiser for the local hospice—and helping her friend Vicki with her first yarn club skein-of-the-month deliveries. Everything seems to be coming together—until the head of the welcoming committee is found strangled to death with a club member’s yarn.Now Eden feels compelled to honor her commitment as constable and herd together the clues, figure out which ones are dogs, and which ones will lead to a ruthless killer . . .From the Paperback edition.
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She gets the Scots (language) right
and writes a darned good mystery. I am so tired of novels where the authors haven’t the ear or the vocabulary of Scots, primarily spoken in the easternmost areas of Scotland, including the Shetlands & Orkneys (not sure about the Faroes)—blame the Danes and other invaders. Scots Gaelic is more prevalent on the west coast and the Hebrides.
It’s sorry I am that the copy editor, human or machine, hadn’t the textiles vocabulary to know that when you dye, it’s ‘dyeing’. The only use for ‘dying’ with no ‘e’ is for the not quite dead.
The male characters appreciate her intelligence, but her driving, not so much. Such a lovely change from many romance novels, historical or contemporary.
I started learning to drive on a manual. In Scotland & England, four years later. I had no problems with driving on the left, and I attributed it to left-handedness. One night running a migraine, with a long dark drive ahead of me down A828 along the west coast of Scotland, I still managed to zig left to the bright light of an oncoming car. Proud of myself, I was.
Eden’s problem will disappear with more experience of stick shift & drive on the left roads. I hope she gets that experience, as Scotland seems to resonate more with her than Chicago did.
The story abounds in left-handers, and none of them a Kerr. Perhaps a lefty knitter would be a good choice of knitting teacher for me as well. I know I can do simple knots, but handedness might be an issue for my son, who at 25 can still not tie shoelaces.
I’m learning about canine sheep-herding, and about dyeing yarn from this book. This was such good writing that it was only a chapter or two before the big reveal that I knew the culprit.
Eden gets tagged as a Special Assistant to the Inspector, but is better at it than the first one, Sean, who is going away to ‘police school’, as they call it there. She’s more observant and deductive than he is.
Sorry about this rambling—these were the things I noticed most.