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There were seven row houses on the 400 block of A Street NE. Six of them were Federal style: narrow three-story redbrick buildings with long, arched windows and flat roofs. Each had a small false front peak imprinted with the date of construction -- 1881, 1884, or 1888. As was the custom at that time, basements were accessible from the front, five steps down. The first floor was five steps up. Front doors were sunk into arched alcoves, and the doors were thick oak, capped by decorative leaded windows. Yards were small, minuscule actually, but packed with flowers, herbs, ivies, and stunted dogwood trees.
The residents of A Street NE used every available inch in their tiny yards just as they filled every available second in their busy lives. It was a carefully restored Capitol Hill neighborhood with inflated Washington property values. And it was inhabited by ambitious professionals. The street wasn't so wide or so heavily traveled that it couldn't be crossed to say hello. Old-fashioned globed streetlights studded the narrow margin between curb and redbrick sidewalk, casting circles of light on shiny BMWs, Jaguar sedans, Mini Coopers, and Saab 900s.
In the middle of the block, flanked on either side by its tall, dark, dignified Federal neighbors, sat a fat two-story Victorian town house. Its brick had been painted pale, pale gray, the elaborate ribbon-and-bow stucco trim was gleaming white, and its gray tile mansard roof was steeply slanted. The house was dominated by a rounded half-turret facade with a conical gray tile roof tipped in silver and topped with a flying horse weather vane.
It was an outrageous house, a birthday cake in a showcase filled with bran muffins. And it was inhabited by David Peter Dodd, who at first glance was neither birthday cake, nor bran muffin, nor A Street material by any stretch of the imagination. With his brown hair, brown eyes, medium build, and average height, he wasn't a man you would immediately notice, and he preferred it that way.
He was thirty-one but looked younger, and he was sitting on the front stoop of his house reading an X-Men comic book when a large object fell from the sky and crashed through the roof of his next-door neighbor's house.
Katherine Finn, called Kate to her face and the Formidable Finn behind her back, was in her kitchen when she heard the crash. It sounded more like an explosion than an intrusion. The overhead Casablanca fan jiggled from the vibration, windows rattled, and a bedraggled hanging Boston fern broke from its moorings and smashed onto the kitchen floor. The half-empty quart of milk Kate was holding slid from her fingers. She felt her heart jump to her throat, muttered an expletive, and ran to the front door, pausing in midstride when the house settled down to eerie silence.
Kate stood absolutely still for a moment, listening, but she was unable to hear anything over the pounding of her heart. When her pulse rate slowed back to a normal beat, allowing her some semblance of rational thought, she concluded if anything were liable to explode it would have to be in the cellar. There were things down there that made odd rumbling noises when they were working. There were pilot lights and emergency off-on switches and an intimidating tangle of pipes and wires.
She took a deep breath, opened the cellar door, and sniffed. No smoke. She switched on the light and crept down the stairs. No fire. No evidence of explosion. She shook her head in confusion, turned to go back upstairs, and let out a shriek when she bumped into David Dodd.
Dodd looked at her over his wire-framed glasses and reached out to steady her. "Are you okay?"
She clapped her hand to her heart and gasped for breath. "You scared me!"
"I heard the noise, and I came to see if you were all right. The door was open. . . ." He made a vague gesture in that direction and removed his glasses.
They'd been neighbors for three months, but he'd never been in her house. In fact, he'd never spoken more than three words to her at any one time. That hadn't stopped him from forming an opinion.
He'd observed that she was a woman who moved fast and kept erratic hours. She didn't dally between her car and her front door, barely taking time to wave and mumble "hello" while she fumbled for keys. She usually rushed by him in a stern black coat that hung almost to her ankles, with a huge leather purse slung over her shoulder, a grocery bag balanced on her hip, plastic-draped clothes from the cleaners caught in the crook of a finger, and more often than not, she was dragging a large, odd-shaped metal case that was equipped with casters and stamped with a bunch of travel stickers.
Because he didn't know her name, Dodd thought of her as the Mystery Woman. He was fascinated by the amount of raw energy she exuded between curb and doorstep. Her impersonal, hurried hellos annoyed the hell out of him. And he hated the damn black coat.
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Posted December 10, 2010
Janet compares romance novels to birthday cake, and hers are just that - something simple and sweet that just makes you feel good. Back to the Bedroom is my favorite so far. You can see Janet's humor working up to be what her Stephanie Plum's books are: the accidents, the silliness, and even her first draft of Grandma Mazur are there. Read it - there's no way you won't like it. And I don't even like romance novels - just decided to give hers a try since she can't seem to write her Plum books fast enough!
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Posted September 13, 2013
I have found the books Evanovich wrote "before the numbers", to be funny, cute reads. I haven't read one of them I did not enjoy.
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This was more like a short story, as the characters were not really fleshed out. Plot was over the top madcap. At least it only took a couple of hours to read.
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Posted January 4, 2013
Another great book. All of her books I read where not disappointing. Just finished Notorious Nineteen, I think it was the best one yet. Can't wait for the next one.
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Posted November 4, 2010
This was a funny book, with believable characters, ridiculous plot, but fun. There is her predecessor to Grandma Mazur and parts of this book made me laugh out loud (not good when you're sitting in a hospital waiting room). The characters are not as well defined as her later novels, but her sense of humor and writing style are certainly there.
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Posted September 24, 2014
Light read. Read in one night. Very funny. The ending seemed to come to a complete halt or I wasn't ready for the book to be over. Good book to start off with, if you have never read from this author before. Now into Love Overbroad.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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The characters may not be perfect but are perfect for each other. I looked forward to it every day. Even had some laugh-out-loud chuckles.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted June 27, 2013
Excellent paperback. Unfortunately I bought the nook book here and I only got 124 pages. Where does it say it is a preview book? Ripped off only got half of the story. Good thing a friend borrowed me the book. This happen to anyone else? I will email b&n. great book though a typical janet evanovich bookWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.