Review: Stone Cold Dead

 

Let's just say it right off: a pretty teen-age girl is a target. It's true today in the era of #metoo, and it was true in the early sixties, when the Ellie Stone mystery series is set. Maybe even truer when the girl has a bit of mischief in her. And nobody knows that better than Ellie herself, who, as she learns more and more about the missing girl, Darlene Hicks, sees herself in the child, realizing that there but for the grace of God she might have gone.

   But where has the girl gone? Has she run off with a boyfriend? Or has she come to some harm? Is she alive or dead? 

There are certainly enough suspects, from a lecherous teacher to an insanely jealous boyfriend, to her own stepfather. Elle, an investigative reporter has promised Darlene's mother to find out the truth, is plunged into danger from all sides, not to mention sabotage from her own co-workers.

     It's hard to believe that a series set in the sixties is a period piece, but Ziskin brings that era alive, with a heroine who's always a fish out of water as a "girl reporter". I can't remember how many books there are in this award-winning series (this is the 3rd) but I look forward to reading them all.

Stone Cold Dead can be found here on Amazon.

In the bowels of the night...

 I don't know about other first-time novelists, but I will confess here that in the lonely hours of the night--every night--I scour google for mention of my book, and sometimes I come up with some truly odd ducks. I decided to share one of those I came across last night. It's by one of those many sites that offers your book as a free download. (My publisher assures me that such sites afford you nothing for free except the opportunity to have your information stolen, possibly your credit card, in exchange for a nasty virus. I'm not sure that's true of ALL such sites, but it's a comforting thought.)

The flowery encomiums of my book are lifted from one such site. It is possibly the most fawning review ever written. And I was half-way through the second paragraph, soaking it all in, before I realized the review was not about my book at all, in fact had nothing to do with my book. I was able to elide over "useful information and life tips", but ran up on the reef at "This memoir..."

In case you haven't read my book, it could in no light be mistaken for a memoir...unless you assumed that I was Dr. John Watson.

I assume that this was a real review which has come unmoored from its original book, and been drafted into service for any book you might have been searching for. It's a wonderful review for anyone, as long as you ignore things like nouns and possibly adjectives. As a matter of fact, with a little judicious trimming, this could make boffo advertising copy.

The author beautifully combines beauty and truth in an elegant and effective way..."

Why, it's positively Keatsian!