Mulch Ado About Nothing (Jane Jeffry Series #12)

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Suburban mom Jane Jeffry and her equally green-thumbless best friend Shelley Nowack could kill plastic plants. But their scheme to improve themselves vegetatively dies on the vine when the celebrated botanist slated to teach a class at the local Community Center is mysteriously beaten into a coma — and her replacement turns out to be Dr. Stewart Eastman, an arrogant, self-promoting boor. Did Dr. Eastman or a fellow classmate assault their original instructor? And who later plants a corpse in Eastman's compost ...

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Overview

Suburban mom Jane Jeffry and her equally green-thumbless best friend Shelley Nowack could kill plastic plants. But their scheme to improve themselves vegetatively dies on the vine when the celebrated botanist slated to teach a class at the local Community Center is mysteriously beaten into a coma — and her replacement turns out to be Dr. Stewart Eastman, an arrogant, self-promoting boor. Did Dr. Eastman or a fellow classmate assault their original instructor? And who later plants a corpse in Eastman's compost heap? There's certainly an abundant crop of suspects. And it's up to Jane to weed out a killer.

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Editorial Reviews

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While killing time in a gardening class, suburban single mom and sleuth Jane Jeffry and her best friend, Shelly, really get their hands dirty -- trying to unearth the green-thumbed killer who planted their substitute teacher in his own compost heap.
Carolyn Hart
Jill Churchill creates domestic malice with a deft pen.
Kansas City Star
Jill Churchill just keeps gettng etter and better.
Alfred Hitchcock Mystery Magazine
Jane Jeffry is irresistible.
Toronto Star
Jane Jeffry stands alone.
Carolyn Hart
Jill Churchill creates domestic malice with a deft pen.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
The title of this 12th Jane Jeffry gardening mystery from Macavity and Agatha Award-winner Churchill (Grime and Punishment; A Farewell to Yarns; etc.) says it all, as the crime element is almost an afterthought. When Jane and neighbor Shelley Nowack sign up for a gardening class at their local community center, they end up with a substitute, the pompous Dr. Stewart Eastman, after an unknown intruder sneaks into the home of the regular teacher, Julie Jackson, and knocks her out, leaving her in a coma. Suspects in the attack include everyone taking the gardening class: fastidious computer programmer Charles Jones, persnickety librarian Martha Winstead, lonely widower Arnie Waring and loony aging hippie Ursula Appledorn. But in this leisurely, talky tale, Jane is less concerned with crime solving than with visiting the gardens of her classmates, tending to her injured foot, worrying about her teenage son's unsuitable girlfriend and buying herself a new TV for her bedroom. Only near the end does a murder occur--Dr. Eastman is found strangled with green twine in a compost pile--after which Churchill brings the plot to a tidy conclusion, with the killer's motive turning on Dr. Eastman's patented pink marigolds. While Jane and Shelley make plenty of wry social comments, there's too little sleuthing going on for this cozy to appeal to anyone except gardeners and already established fans. (Dec. 1) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Only Mother Nature knows why minivan queens Jane Jeffry and Shelley Nowack (A Groom with a View, 1999, etc.) decided to take the horticulture class offered by the local community center. The expert botanist scheduled to teach the course, beautiful and accomplished Dr. Julie Jackson, is in the hospital in a coma after being cold-conked by an unknown assailant in her basement office. Self-serving Dr. Stewart Eastman, her replacement, is a total drag who prattles pompously and cluelessly about the asexual reproduction of marigolds. Their classmates are a bunch of weirdos, and their interest in gardening is close to zilch. (When the class comes to inspect their landscaping, they rent pots of flowers from the local nursery instead of actually planting anything.) Maybe Jane needs something to distract her from the ankle she broke falling off the curb in front of Julie Jackson's house. Or from her daughter's teenage mood swings. Or from her son's infatuation with a pink-haired sociopath. But even a steady stream of Cheez-its, served to her by the assiduous Shelley as she lounges in her favorite recliner, can't lift Jane out of her doldrums. It would take a nice juicy murder—say, Dr. Eastman's—to renew her sense of purpose, and at long, long last, over the objections of her boyfriend, Detective Mel VanDyne, that's what she gets to dig into. Yet another tale of people with too much time on their hands, most likely to interest people with too much time on their hands.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780380804917
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/28/2001
  • Series: Jane Jeffry Series , #12
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reissue
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 544,189
  • Product dimensions: 4.18 (w) x 6.75 (h) x 0.68 (d)

Meet the Author

Jill Churchill has won the Agatha and Macavity Mystery Readers awards and was nominated for an Anthony Award for her bestselling Jane Jeffry series. She is also the author of the highly acclaimed Grace and Favor mysteries and lives in the Midwest.

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Chapter 1

Note on Jane Jeffry's kitchen door:

Jane, you got flowers but you weren't home. I've got them. They're beautiful! Where are you?
Shelley

Note on Shelley Nowack's kitchen door:

Shelley, just phoning in my summer PTA excuse. Couldn't hang up to answer the door when I was begging off. I want my flowers.
Jane

Note on Jane's kitchen door:

Just ran to drop off a couple books before the library police send out a squad car for them. What's the occasion for the flowers? I wouldn't dream of opening the card, of course.
Shelley

Note on Shelley's door:

Had to drive to Jenny's house to give Katie lunch money. What kind of flowers? And don't you dare open the card!
Jane

Note on Jane's door:

Sorry, I wasn't gone. I was washing the dog after he got loose and rolled in something revolting. I want to know why you're getting flowers.
Shelley

Note on Shelley's door:

I want to know, too. I've got to make a smash and grab at the grocery store or we'll have stale bread and crystallized jelly for dinner. Mike's getting cranky about having so much mac and cheese.
Jane

Note on Jane's door:

I haven't opened the note yet. But I've held it up to a strong light and the envelope is too thick to read through. I'm following you to the grocery store.
Shelley

Note on Shelley's door:

Didn't you hear me honking at you in the parking lot? If you didn't drive twice the speed limit, I'd have caught up with you. So I came home and you aren't here. Do you have flower preservatives? They're goingto need it if I'm ever going to see them. I'm going to sit in a lawn chair in my driveway until you get home.
Jane

Jane didn't do quite what she'd threatened, but she settled in to read the paper on the top step of her kitchen-door deck. When Shelley's minivan turned in'not quite on two wheels, but almost'Jane flung down the paper. “Where are my flowers?” she demanded.

“In the kitchen,” Shelley said. “I'll fetch them for you. What are they for? Who are they from? What have you done to deserve flowers that I don't know about?”

“I have no idea,” Jane said. She hoisted herself up, grimacing at a twinge in her knee, and went into her house, leaving the door open for Shelley, who reappeared a moment later, almost concealed by a huge flower arrangement.

“Oh, they are beautiful!” she exclaimed as Shelley set them on the kitchen table.

“Read the card,” Shelley said, shoving it at Jane. The card looked a bit worn and was scorched on one corner. Jane started laughing. “What's so funny?” Shelley demanded.

“What a spy you'd make! You spent the day trying to find out what the message was and didn't read the envelope. The flowers are for Julie Jackson, that stylish woman who lives at the same number address as mine, but two blocks west. You know, the one who's doing that garden class we're starting on Monday.”

They looked at each other for a long moment, then Jane said, “Have you tried steaming the envelope open?”

Their “better selves” prevailed and they didn't steam open the envelope, but instead Shelley drove to Julie Jackson's house with Jane clutching the flower arrangement and sniffing the heady odor of the white lilies in it.

Shelley said, “You've got pollen from the lilies all over your face. You look jaundiced.”

Jane tried hanging on to the arrangement with one hand while hastily brushing her face off. “Better?” she asked, looking at her hands, which were bright orange with pollen.

Shelley had just turned the corner on the street they needed and slowed almost to a stop. “Jane, look.”

“Look? I can't even see around these flowers. What?”

“There's a police tape around Julie Jackson's yard. And three police cars and an ambulance.”

“Oh, no!”

Shelley pulled over to the side of the street one house away. Jane got out and set the flower arrangement on the grass and dragged a tissue out of her pocket to wipe more pollen off her face. Two people came out of the house Jane and Shelley had been heading for. A woman who looked like Julie Jackson and a man who was a head taller than she and wearing a suit that looked too hot for such a warm day.

A uniformed police officer was following them, almost herding them out of the house. “Rats!” Jane said. “I just caught a glimpse of Mel inside that window by the door. What do you suppose is going on? And who are that couple?”

Shelley, having no more information than Jane, said nothing. They just stood there, transfixed and wondering what to do with the huge flower arrangement.

Detective Mel VanDyne had spotted Jane as well, and came out the front door a moment later. Scowling fiercely, he had a brief word with the unknown couple and the officer with them and turned and headed toward Jane and Shelley.

“What are you two doing here?” he snapped. “Gawking?”

He should have known from the sizzling silence that met this inquiry that he was going to be sorry for that remark. But he compounded the looming problem by adding in an unfortunately demanding tone, “Well?”

Jane said coldly, “I don't normally carry around a huge vase of florist flowers when I'm just out for a ‘gawk.' Perhaps you've noticed that about me over the years? These flowers,” she said, pointing at the arrangement, “were delivered to me by mistake and were meant for Julie Jackson. Shelley and I were merely bringing them to her.”

Shelley was about to butt in, but thought better of it. Jane was doing fine by herself. She picked up the flower arrangement and handed it to Mel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2000

    Title too true

    The horticulture-based plot of Jill Churchill's 12th Jane Jeffry mystery is beyond light and verges into nothingness. This comes from a faithful reader who loved her early books (less so the recent ones). As usual, the repartee between Jane and nextdoor neighbor Shelley is amusing. But sleuthing is almost totally absent from this supposed mystery, which is disappointing. However my biggest beef is that the book itself is as thin as the plot. I discovered after buying it that 11 of its 216 pages are totally blank. Another eight only have a few lines. Under 200 pages for a $23 book is stingy. Unfortunately, the scanty page count suits this shallow effort.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    A lightweight but fun to read mystery

    A flower arrangement meant for Julie Jackson is accidentally delivered to Jane Jeffry. Living in the same neighborhood, Jane and her best friend Shelly Drover deliver the flowers to Jake. Upon arrival at his home, they find a 'crime scene' tape barring their way. Jane's police officer friend Mel informs the tow women that someone knocked out Jake in his basement office. <P>Julie was supposed to teach a gardening class, but her injury precludes that from happening. Dr. Eastman conducts the session attended by Jane and Shelly. The students tour each other's gardens picking up tips along the way. When their teacher is found dead in his garden, Jane and Shelly begin an investigation into what is happening amidst the gardening set. <P> MULCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING is a character-driven tale that is a bit short on plot, but huge on imagery and humor. The individual gardens are described so well that the audience will feel they are along on the tour. The killer is a shocker to those readers smelling the roses and not paying attention to the motives driving the characters. As usual, Jill Churchill provides her fans with a delightfully amusing novel. <P>Harriet Klausner

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