Greedy Bones (Sarah Booth Delaney Series #9)

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Hollywood actress Sarah Booth Delaney returns to her Southern hometown to perform some serious sleuthing in this often hilarious, occasionally steamy, and always charming novel from Carolyn Haines.

Sarah is no stranger to drama. So when this talented actress and a P.I. hears that her best friend’s husband is suddenly on his deathbed back home, she snaps into “action!” ...

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Overview

Hollywood actress Sarah Booth Delaney returns to her Southern hometown to perform some serious sleuthing in this often hilarious, occasionally steamy, and always charming novel from Carolyn Haines.

Sarah is no stranger to drama. So when this talented actress and a P.I. hears that her best friend’s husband is suddenly on his deathbed back home, she snaps into “action!” and gets right on the case…

“The cast is in fine form…One of the more entertaining episodes in the series.”

Booklist

Turns out others in Zinnia, Mississippi, have fallen prey to the illness as well. The folks from the Centers for Disease Control are on the scene, but they can’t find a cure for it…or for the boll weevils that are decimating Sunflower County’s cotton crop. With patients in quarantine and the whole town in crisis, Sarah will go out on a limb to stop the outbreak—and try to save the only place she’s been proud enough to call home.

Captivating—readers will enjoy Greedy Bones from cranium to phalanges.”—Don Noble, Alabama Public Radio

“Wonderfully wise…infused with Southern charm.”—Publishers Weekly

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Greedy Bones

“The cast is in fine form (including the helpful ghost, Jitty), and it’s good to be back in Mississippi…One of the more entertaining episodes in the series.”—Booklist

“Captivating—readers will enjoy Greedy Bones from cranium to phalanges.”—Don Noble, Alabama Public Radio

“Jitty, Dahlia House’s wonderfully wise ‘haint,’ [is] one of the best features of this light paranormal mystery series infused with Southern charm.”—Publishers Weekly

“Never undone by a ghostly spirit, a handsome movie star, or even the oddball small town Southern folks most of us will easily recognize, Delaney is at her best when unraveling multiple puzzles. Ramp up the excitement and tension, add the often chuckle-out-loud humor, and they add up to one of the best of the Sarah Booth Delaney mysteries.”—Delta Magazine

“As usual in Haines’ ‘Bones’ series, the latest entry is charming light entertainment; a few serious notes about biological terror and family ties add interesting depth.”—Times-Picayune

“An excellent 5-star read.”—Armchair Reviews

Wishbones

“Funny, ingenious...and delightful.”—Dallas Morning News

Wishbones is reminiscent in many ways of Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum novels, only fresher with a bit more of an edge... Light, breezy, and just plain fun. Call Haines the queen of cozies.”—Providence Journal-Bulletin

“Stephanie Plum meets the Ya-Ya Sisterhood! Non-Southerners will find the madcap adventure an informative peek into an alien culture.”—Kirkus Reviews

"Sarah Booth Delaney heads for Hollywood in Haines’s entertaining eighth cozy…The chemistry sizzles between Graf and Sarah Booth.”—Publishers Weekly

“Haines’ warmth, wit, and authenticity come through in her characters…Wishbones is a story about the bonds of friendship and the strength of Southern women and is also a good, old-fashioned, fast-moving whodunit.”—Mobile Register

“Haines’ writing style is reminiscent of our beloved Anne George…tongue-in-cheek, clever Southern mysteries.”—Birmingham News

 

Publishers Weekly

In Haines's bone-rattling ninth puzzler (after 2008's Wishbones), Sarah Booth Delaney returns to Zinnia, Miss., and her ancestral home, Dahlia House, after the eruption there of a mysterious illness so scary agents from Atlanta's Centers for Disease Control must be called in. Tinkie Richmond, Sarah's best friend and PI partner, fears her husband, Oscar, is dying after a visit to the nearby "cursed" Carlisle cotton plantation infected with mutant boll weevils and a strange mold. Sounds like a horror movie, but it's no laughing matter as Sarah Booth sets aside her Hollywood honey, Graf Milieu, to help her former love interest, Sheriff Coleman Peters, solve a perplexing case that will eventually claim victims by such causes as shooting and hanging. Lending spectral advice is Jitty, Dahlia House's wonderfully wise "haint," one of the best features of this light paranormal mystery series infused with Southern charm. (July)

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Kirkus Reviews
Boll weevils and genetically altered cotton threaten a plantation in Zinnia, Miss. Barely over their Costa Rican escapade (Wishbones, 2008), Sarah Booth Delaney and Tinkie Richmond, partners in Sunflower County's Delaney Detective Agency, are bedeviled by disastrous events at the derelict Carlisle plantation. The old place is a source of constant friction between its feuding heirs, brother and sister Luther and Erin, who can't agree whether to sell it off to developer Jimmy Janks. Four people who recently visited the property, including Tinkie's husband Oscar, now hover near death. The doctors are puzzled. So are two scientists from the CDC and a pair from the Mississippi Agri-team. While the sheriff falls for the CDC bombshell, Tinkie wills her husband to live; Sarah Booth converses with Jitty (the ghost only she hears) and fights nausea; and their best pal Cece, a transgendered reporter, goes investigating and gets her nose bashed. Has a plague overtaken the county? Is someone fiddling with nature for nefarious reasons? Before Zinnia sinks back into its usual good manners and genteel deportment, casualties will mount; a whole cotton crop will be devastated; and Sarah Booth will once again blithely saunter into danger any reader could have warned her about several chapters earlier. Yes, the villains are fairly easy to spot and Sarah Booth's love life is a tad schmaltzy, but Haines has added a nice little bite to her conversational comebacks, and it's fun to watch Jitty's astral wardrobe changes.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312377113
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 6/29/2010
  • Series: Sarah Booth Delaney Series , #9
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 326
  • Sales rank: 400,706
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 0.90 (d)

Meet the Author

Carolyn Haines is the author of the Sarah Booth Delaney Mysteries, including Bone Appetit and Bones of a Feather. She is the recipient of both the Harper Lee Distinguished Writing Award and the Richard Wright Award for Literary Excellence. Before writing fiction, she worked for several years as a journalist, and first visited the Delta, the setting for her mysteries, to do a newspaper story on Parchman State Prison. Born and raised in Mississippi, she now lives in Alabama on a farm with more dogs, cats, and horses than she can possibly keep track of.

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Dusk is a tricky time of day in the Mississippi Delta. Pinks, mauves, and lavenders illuminate the western sky while cobalt blue creeps forward in the east. Unlike dawn, dusk is a time of ending, and I’ve never done well with good-byes. Even with a lover at my side, or a friend, or my gallant horse and hound, the close of a day carries a twinge of sadness.

Today, I wonder if I can find the strength to climb the front steps of Dahlia House, home of the Delaney family for nearly two hundred years.

Things are worse than even I imagined. Oscar Richmond, the husband of my partner in the Delaney Detective Agency, is dying. There seems to be nothing medical experts can do. Now real-estate agents Regina Campbell and her assistant Luann Bigley are showing the same symptoms: a fever high enough to cook a brain, chills, a rash that spreads by the minute and then erupts in draining pustules, and, finally, coma.

There is no doubt that some terrible illness has settled upon the land and the people I love. I am heartsick and scared.

“Bad times a’comin’ to Zinnia, Sarah Booth.”

Jitty’s voice was soft and distinctly black, and I knew Dahlia House’s resident haint was with me.

“If I turn around and you’re wearing a robe of many colors and you say something like you’re going to lead your people out of Egypt, I’m going to figure a way to exorcise you from this house,” I warned her.

Though I would never, ever dare to let her know, I was so damn glad to hear her voice, I wanted to jump up and kiss her.

“You might consider revisitin’ Sunday school. You’re mixing your Bible stories. Moses led the people out of Egypt, not Joseph.”

“And the walls came tumbling down.” I shifted so I could take a gander at my ancestral ghost. Jitty had a tendency to skip through the decades to find costumes that flattered her latte skin and calendar-girl figure. What I saw shook me.

“Brother, can you spare a dime?” She wore tattered rags and held out a cardboard cigar box that I recognized had once held my collection of toy cowboys and horses. Dirt smudged her face, and there was a new gauntness to her high cheekbones.

“Are you sick?” Even asking caused me to leap to my feet and stride toward her. As far as I knew, ghosts didn’t get sick, but my last adventure in Costa Rica had taught me that I knew almost nothing about the rules and guidelines of the Great Beyond.

“Soul-sick,” she answered.

She was barefoot, her naked legs dusted with a haze of dirt. I’d honestly never seen her in such a condition. If I wore sweatpants to the corner gas station, she chewed my butt. Any slip of appearance and I put the future of the Delaney womb at risk. In other words, a potential stud might see me unadorned and be thrown off his desire to breed me on the spot.

“They run out of soap and hot water in the non-corporeal realm?” I asked, striving for a lighter note.

“I remember when the Confederate soldiers came through here, marchin’ toward home after the war. Starvin’, wounded, carried on by desperation. Same thing happened after the Flood of 1927. Poor folks barely hangin’ on. Then again, during the Great Depression. Hardship and hard times.”

Hell, if I’d been depressed earlier, Jitty now had me two steps away from finding a cotton rope in the tack room.

“Stop it.” I put my hands on my hips. “This isn’t doing either of us any good. We’re both worried about Oscar, Regina, and Luann. I’m terrified that if Oscar dies, Tinkie will give up, too. I can’t have you out here looking like a ragamuffin from a Dickens novel, spouting doom and gloom.” Tears blurred my vision, which only made me angry. “Stop it, damn it.”

When I blinked away the tears, Jitty was staring at me. Though she was still dirty and wearing rags, her face was rounder. The corners of her full mouth slowly tilted upward. “You know, for one second, you looked exactly like your great-great granny. You got Alice’s fightin’ spirit. I knew it was under all that mopin’ and self-pity. I just had to find the right button to push to rouse it up.”

I had been played.

On the heels of my righteous anger, though, was relief. Jitty may have used foul means, but she’d managed to rattle me out of my maudlin mood. I was fighting mad, and that’s exactly what she meant to accomplish.

“Oscar is going to be fine. Everyone is going to be fine.” I swept my arm out to include the entire county. “Anything else is unacceptable.”

“May I make a suggestion?”

Whenever Jitty asked permission to do anything, it always meant trouble. “No.”

She grinned. “You know ‘no’ don’t mean ‘no’ when you say it like that.”

I leveled my gaze into hers. “If you say one word about my empty womb—”

She waved me to silence. “It’s about Tinkie.”

“Go ahead.”

“She looks to you, Sarah Booth. You hold strong for her. Through all the hard times, you stand steady. Folks got to have that strength when they can’t see the next day.”

“Sage advice. The problem is how to go about it when I’m as scared as she is.”

“You might crack open some of those old magazines in the attic. Once upon a time there was a man with polio who taught a nation how to hold on.” Her tone had softened, and I couldn’t help but wonder what of her own memories she’d stirred.

“I’m not illiterate,” I said. “I know about FDR.” But my words were lost on a sudden breeze that swept across the newly planted cotton fields silhouetted black against the fiery gold-peach glory of a dying day. From behind me the sound of a car approached.

Graf! Somehow Graf Milieu, my handsome lover, had managed to escape his Hollywood duties and come to stand with me. But when I turned, it was to see the tan and brown colors of the Sunflower County sheriff’s cruiser pulling up at the steps. In the front seat sat the tall figure of Sheriff Coleman Peters, the man who’d broken my heart—and falsely charged me with murder.

He got out and slowly came up the steps. In the near darkness I couldn’t see his face, and I was glad he couldn’t see mine. In the long and complicated years of our relationship—from high school adversaries, to the initial contentiousness of my first P.I. case and, finally, to the blossoming and ac knowledgment of unrequited love—we fought a strong and powerful attraction that bound us. Only recently had we accepted that love wasn’t enough to overcome the obstacles in our path. Through it all, I had never dreaded seeing Coleman. Now, I couldn’t breathe. My lungs constricted. Because I knew that nothing less than tragic news would bring Coleman to Dahlia House. He’d come in person to tell me that Oscar was dead. I made a small sound, seal-like, and staggered.

“Oscar is still alive, Sarah Booth.” Coleman was at my side, his familiar arms easing me into one of the rocking chairs on the front porch. “I didn’t come to tell you anything bad. I tried to call, but no one answered. I left messages.”

I held on to one fact—Oscar was alive. At last I drew in sweet oxygen. The strength returned to my limbs. “Thank you,” I managed.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I nodded. “I shouldn’t jump to conclusions.” Inhaling deeply again, I asked the logical question. “What are you doing here?”

“The illness is spreading.”

A swallow worked down his throat, and again my brain seized. “Not Tinkie!” She’d been at the hospital since we got in from Los Angeles. But Oscar, Regina, and Luann were isolated. Tinkie hadn’t been near them.

“No, not Tinkie.” His voice was tired. “It’s Gordon.”

Gordon Walters was one of Coleman’s two deputies. “But—how is he?”

“He’s in the isolation ward with the others. Doc Sawyer is worried.” He lifted his chin a fraction, a signal I’d learned to read as meaning he’d made a tough decision. “Sarah Booth, this could be serious. I’m going to call in the CDC and ask them for help.”

The Centers for Disease Control was headquartered in Atlanta. If asked, they’d send in specially trained agents to try to find the source of the illness. “That’s smart, I guess. Doc doesn’t know what this is, but he isn’t sure it’s contagious. The isolation ward is a precaution.”

“We have to determine what this is. The CDC is our best bet, I think.”

Five months ago, the use of “we” would have made my heart sing. Now, though, I felt pain and sadness. My brief stint in Hollywood had changed me. Success had shown me my strengths as well as my limitations.

“Will you help?” Coleman asked.

“Don’t ever doubt it. I’ll do anything I can.” In the gloaming of an April evening, I caught the hint of a sad smile on his face.

“I knew you would.”

“I feel responsible for this. Tinkie was with me in Costa Rica and Hollywood because of my film career.” When a killer destroyed all the footage of Federico Marquez’s remake of Body Heat, my fledgling career was pretty much tanked. Tinkie would have been home in Mississippi taking care of Oscar if she hadn’t been so worried about me.

“She made her own choice. It’s the sixty-forty rule of life.” He gazed out over the long stretch of cotton fields that were part of my land.

“Is this a Daddy’s Girl rule?” Coleman was far removed from the pampered world of the DGs, but he’d grown up surrounded by them.

“Nowhere close.” He was amused by my wary tone. “This is one that even you can use.”

“So tell me.”

“When you’re a child, you make decisions that are totally, absolutely, irrevocably correct. The best an adult can hope for is sixty-forty. Sixty percent good and forty percent bad. In an adult world, it can never be one hundred percent right. Statistically impossible.”

I considered this. My mind ran through my most recent actions—playing Maggie the Cat last January, going to Hollywood, sleeping with Graf. Damned if Coleman wasn’t right. While my choices had been good ones, they’d all cost me something. Some had come at a high price.

“Okay, I give you the sixty-forty rule.”

“Hollywood and a film career was what you needed to do. The right thing. Sure, it had a downside. But ‘mostly good’ is the best any of us can hope for. Sixty percent. You have that in spades, Sarah Booth.”

“Thank you, Coleman.” I wondered how he rated his decision not to dump his crazy, lying, conniving bitch of a wife. Oddly enough, he told me.

“Connie was a one percent moment. I chose pride and honor over love. That was one of the worst mistakes of my life. I’ve filed for divorce, but that’s not what I came to tell you. Tinkie is still up at the hospital. She looks like she’s going to drop. Doc Sawyer wants to sedate her, but she won’t let him. Maybe you could talk to her. Take your buddy Cece along for muscle.”

“I’ll go now.” But I didn’t move out of the rocking chair. My body was paralyzed by the revelation that Coleman fully understood the depth of his choices. He knew. Too late, but he knew.

“I’ll call you tomorrow and fill you in on everything I’ve discovered,” he said. “I do need your help with this. The CDC should be at the court house tomorrow morning.”

“You can count on me.” Funny how only ten minutes before, I was hoping that my white knight would ride up and I would be able to rely on him.

Coleman got in the patrol car, the window down. The sweet spring breeze, tainted now in the darkness with jasmine, that saddest of all fragrances, filled the air.

“Good night, Sarah Booth,” he said.

“Good night.”

Tinkie stood in the hospital corridor watching her sick husband. A clear glass window separated her from Oscar’s bed as effectively as an ocean. The impulse to rush forward and catch her before she keeled over was hard on me.

Before I could act on my gut feeling, Cece Dee Falcon, journalist and friend, blew by me and grabbed Tinkie’s elbow.

“Tinkie, dahling, you look like caramelized shit. That would be shit dressed in an exquisite sauce, but shit nonetheless.” Cece gave Tinkie her sternest look.

I hurried forward and pinched Cece as hard as I could on her taut, firm derriere. She had the unfair advantage of male molecular structure that gave her lean hips and sleek muscles. Cece, who had once been Cecil, was the society editor of the local Zinnia Dispatch. Against the opinion of her family, the town, and most of her friends, she had become the woman she was destined to be. I adored her.

“Don’t fuss at me, Cece,” Tinkie said. “I can’t help it.”

Never one to yield to badgering, Tinkie was at the end of her tether. She was about to collapse. I gently took her other arm. “Let’s get some coffee.”

She pressed her palms to the glass. “I can’t leave him. I’m afraid if I do, he’ll give up.”

I glanced beyond her at Oscar, and my heart contracted. He lay in a bed, a ventilator pumping oxygen into his lungs. Tubes fed fluids and medication into his veins while other tubes drained things away. Sores covered his mouth and eyelids. No telling what horrors were hidden beneath the sheet.

At a slight angle were the beds of Regina Campbell and Luann Bigley. They looked equally awful. Members of their families were camped farther down the hallway.

Doc had created an isolation ward out of what had been the neonatal unit. A federal grant had built a new facility for Sunflower County babies, and this space, equipped to quarantine patients, had been empty. Until now.

As I stood there, shocked into silence by Oscar’s appearance, several nurses, each wearing protective clothing, wheeled in another bed. Deputy Gordon Walters lay upon it looking already dead. His condition, if it could be judged by appearance, was more dire than Oscar’s.

Tinkie stumbled, and Cece and I held her up as we battled our fears.

“You need something to eat.” Cece attempted to draw Tinkie away from the window. “We’ll go to the hospital waiting room. That’s not three minutes away.”

Tinkie shook her head. “Oscar knows I’m here. He’ll know if I’m gone.”

I found my cell phone. “I’ll call Millie and get her to fix a plate.” Millie ran the local café where we often met to discuss cases or simply to gossip. She was a big part of our close-knit group. I placed an order for chicken-fried steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, fresh green beans, and dewberry cobbler.

“Hold her up,” Cece said, waving me to take Tinkie’s arm. “I’ll be right back.” She disappeared down the hallway, her high heels efficiently smacking the linoleum tile.

“Is there any change?” I asked Tinkie.

“No. I saw Doc about four hours ago, before they found Gordon. Doc doesn’t know what it is or how to treat it, but it seems that all of the victims have visited one place. An old plantation. Coleman is checking that out.”

“What treatment is Doc using?”

“Oscar’s on the most powerful antibiotic I.V. they have. They’ve tried steroids.” Her fingers brushed across the glass window of the isolation ward. “Doc has consulted with specialists at Johns Hopkins. They considered transferring him, but until they can figure out what this is and how it’s transmitted . . .”

I rubbed her arms. She felt cold to my touch. “Where’s Chablis?” Chablis was her dustmop of a dog that long ago was the source of our friendship—and partnership in the detective agency.

“At home. Can you keep her for a few days?”

“Sure. I’ll get her when I pick up your food.”

“Make way, dahlings.” Cece returned carrying a chair and deposited it so that Tinkie could sit and monitor the window.

“Does anyone know what happened?” I asked.

Tinkie’s blue eyes were glassy with fatigue and near shock. We’d been home twelve hours, and she hadn’t left the hospital hallway.

“Oscar and the bank manage the lease on the Carlisle estate,” Tinkie explained. “It’s a thousand-acre plantation Erin Carlisle and her brother, Luther, own. Luther called Oscar yesterday morning and told him he had a buyer. He wanted Oscar to make sure the house and property were in good order, so Oscar rode out there and looked around.”

Excerpted from Greedy Bones by Carolyn Bones.

Copyright © 2009 by Carolyn Haines.

Published in 2009 by St. Martin's Paperbacks.

All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright laws and reproduction is strictly prohibited. Permission to reproduce the material in any manner or medium must be secured from the Publisher.

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  • Posted January 9, 2010

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    Not my favorite

    If you're a fan of Sarah Booth Delaney, as I have been, you will undoubtedly read this book. If you are anything like me, you will then wish that Carolyn Haines would stop her recent delusion that the main charater should be an actress instead of an amateur PI. The earlier novels are without a doubt much better. The last three, (including Greedy Bones), are disappointing.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2012

    Enjoying this book

    I'm enjoying this book just as I have the rest of the series.

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  • Posted July 5, 2012

    Outstanding-I can't get enough of these

    I loved this book. The drama that increased every minute. And as always, Sarah Booth putting herself right in the middle of it, but this time not only herself. Tinkie showed all her true self and her love for Oscar, which is rare now. I truly loved this book and the fact that someone else "visited" her was awesome, but I hate as to why they had to.

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  • Posted May 28, 2012

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    Recommend

    This is the best book of the series so far.

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  • Posted March 11, 2012

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    Highly Recommended

    This is a really good read and keeps you in suspense as to what will happen to Oscar and they deputy when they becom sick. Sarah Booth and Tinkie if they were real would be fun porple to get to know. I always look forward to each of the books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 4, 2012

    I love reading this series

    These books are funny plus serious

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 10, 2011

    Another winner

    Sarah Booth goes back home to find a deadly mystery at another Southern Plantation's cotton fields. What happens throughout the book is heart breaking, nerve wracking and unexpected. Carolyn had done it again as she has with all the books before. Can't wait to read the next installment in the series

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  • Posted September 3, 2009

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    Love Carolyn Haines & Sara Booth Delaney

    As are all of this series, this is really good. I've enjoyed some of the books more, but it's still very good. Sara Booth is away from her home in the south to film a movie (I do like the books set in the south more). I love all the characters.

    [Barnes and Noble needs to catch me for a review sooner, because it's been a while, and I don't feel I can give a good review, other than to say "Read all the books in the Sara Booth Delaney series!!!"]

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  • Posted August 25, 2009

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    Love Carolyn Haines

    I absolutely love reading these books. I have every book and have also given them as gifts. The books get better and better with each one that comes out. I love the characters in these books. I can't wait for the next book to come out...waiting patiently.

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  • Posted August 9, 2009

    Back to her roots!

    In this book Sarah returns to her home and finds her best friends' husband dying and she needs to find out what is the medical cause. Sarah is tormented by past relation, new love, security of home. Her emotions are stretched. This is really a good book. I like all of the characters. From the very first book, the stories have been better and better.

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  • Posted May 2, 2009

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    The latest Sarah Booth tale may be the best in this fun lighthearted paranormal mystery series

    The CDC agents come to Zinnia, Mississippi where a nasty illness is leaving people in comas on the brink of death. A drama queen by DNA, Sarah Booth Delaney also travels to Zinnia, her hometown to help friends and family cope. The actress and private investigator stays at her family's ancestral home while worrying about her P.I. partner and best friend Tinkie Richmond, whose husband Oscar has caught the illness.---------

    Tinkie tells Sarah Booth that Oscar became deathly ill after visiting the Carlisle cotton plantation; a place overwhelmed by weird boll weevils, a mold, and a curse. Sarah Booth intrigued by the horror film like script of reality; has her Hollywood boyfriend Graf Milieu take a breather preferably on the West Coast. She prefers one hunk at a time and that is handsome Sheriff Coleman Peters who she teams up with to investigate while the deaths pile up; ironically not from the disease, but from the usual southern custom of shootings and hangings. ----------

    The latest Sarah Booth tale may be the best in this fun lighthearted paranormal mystery series (see WISHBONES). The story line is fast-paced while the heroine is her usual courageous madcap investigative self; who knows that all native Mississippians understand you heed the family haint's advice though you do not understand what in hell the spirit is saying, you distrust Fed or state theories but trust intelligent design theories of mama, and you avoid cursed plantations as if they are quarantined. Fans will enjoy GREEDY BONES as Sarah Booth is on the case.----------

    Harriet Klausner

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