I tried to concentrate on the murdered keyboardist storyline but couldn't get past the other; halfway through, I skipped to the not-very-satisfying ending. In this book, Hannah has to decide if she cares for Norman enough to fight for him and how she is going to do it. Doesn't matter that these are human beings that died fairly horrifically. As with all of Fluke's books, the recipes are tempting and hold great potential. They didn't assume that the reader was as dumb as a post. Or is that she is such a doormat willing to make meals for people in t I am still trying to figure out why I keep reading this series.
Both men put up with this, but if there is a hint that either is seeing someone else, Hannah sees red. As always, the recipes were wonderful, I always feel hungry when I finish one of Ms. Lazy writing, poor editing, flaccid filler posing as dialogue, characters as limp as overcooked macaroni and about as appealing. Please visit her online at www. Hannah and her mother usually come off sounding judgmental and critical and just plain unlikeable.
This series started off being kinda funny and entertaining, and at one point I even looked forward to reading the next one in the series. These are always quick reads for me. Who is the girl and where did she come from? With the Cinnamon Roll Six jazz band heading toward Lake Eden for the Weekend Jazz Festival, Hannah Swensen is more than happy to bake up a generous supply of their namesake confections. One of the band members, send to the local hospital for treatment, is murdered in his room and it's up to Hannah and her trusty team of assistant sleuths to discover why. The bright, shining star and saving grace of this book is the smattering of recipes throughout. But soon there are more horrible accidents. It begins with a whisper.
Even if the author missed this glaring error, nobody else caught it? What 30 year old woman doesn't know how to use email and cell phones. In fact, it seemed to be touched upon as an afterthought. And he's made his cold, final judgment: Those he can't cure, he must kill. Now, to clear her name, Hannah will have to follow a trail of pie crumbs to track down the identity of the deceased - before getting herself to the church on time. Continue to beat until the mixture is light and fluffy. I've tried to accept that Hannah is incapable of ever learning a lesson and continues to do the same things, in the same order, every single book.
It's probably easier for people to find them like that, but I love having them interspersed in the story, so you hear about whatever Hannah is making, then you get the recipe--and it's very restful, knowing that no one will be murdered at least for the duration of the recipe! Your loyal readers deserve better than this book. Among those injured is Buddy Neiman, the band's beloved keyboard player. In the past few years I've tried to overlook the never ending triangle of Hannah, Mike and Norman. Joanne Fluke has a few issues with writing mysteries, well with writing period. Instead of scrambling to get out of the upside-down bus, the band members and groupies are sitting around inside as casually as if they're gathered backstage after a concert.
Like her much-loved series character, Hannah Swensen, Joanne was born and raised in a small town in rural Minnesota, but now lives in sunny Southern California. I will admit that the first few books the mysteries were good and fun to read. Can Hannah track down the killer with a sweet tooth? I liked this fresh new approach to the crime. She is an independent and hardworking lady, very lovable, and very relatable. Keyboardist Buddy Newman has a sprained wrist, but the real problem is that while in the hospital, someone stabs him to death. Also, Hannah does so many dumb things it is hard to take her seriously as a detective.
Bev - a device which could have been interesting but fell completely flat. I keep reading these from the library in spite of the fact that my eyes are on a permanent roll, and I cringe constantly. Elias is their only hope. And Norman came off rather wimpy and pathetic in the last two books. I suspect that all of the anal grammar correction is really just a soapbox for the author to spew about her own pet peeves. Much of the dialogue is little more than filler. I was even willing to overlook the fact that Cinnamon Roll Six is the lamest name ever for a band whose musicians are over the age of ten.
The author has made her heroine obnoxious. They manage to enter through the rear door and assess any injuries. As for the recipes, while interesting she seemed to stretch those too. But from the looks of the victim's kitchen, she was planning an intimate dinner for two. There was also too much forced recipe talk ex. Obliged with the huge positive response from the readers, Joanne has also published a cookbook which is a exclusive compilation of what Joanne made Hannah cook for her bakery. I can't imagine that most readers aren't ready for things to change.
The moment Marian Larsen sees the patrol car stop outside her house, she feels a shiver of foreboding. So far, Hannah and her incredibly nosy, mean-spirited, and annoying family have rescued multiple accident victims, staffed a hospital, fed the masses, and stolen autopsy records and photos. I purposely started with the first one in hopes of going in order, but if the following ones are just as bad, no thanks. I think a less far fetched plot line would have been more satisfying. The bus crash killed the driver but spared the passengers, members of the 'Cinnamon Roll Six' band, in town for a jazz festival. He's been led around by Hannah for 3 years.