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Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos (Meg Langslow Series #3)

Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos (Meg Langslow Series #3)

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by Donna Andrews

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Every year, Yorktown, Virginia, relives its role in the Revolutionary War by celebrating the anniversary of the British surrender in 1781. This year, plans include a re-enactment of the original battle and a colonial craft fair. Meg Langslow has returned to her home town for the festivities--and to sell her wrought-iron works of art. Except, of course, for the pink


Every year, Yorktown, Virginia, relives its role in the Revolutionary War by celebrating the anniversary of the British surrender in 1781. This year, plans include a re-enactment of the original battle and a colonial craft fair. Meg Langslow has returned to her home town for the festivities--and to sell her wrought-iron works of art. Except, of course, for the pink-painted flamingos she reluctantly made for her mother's best friend--she's hoping to deliver them secretly, so she won't get a reputation as "the blacksmith who makes those cute wrought-iron flamingos."

Besides, she has taken on another responsibility--making sure none of her fellow crafters ruin the historical authenticity of the fair with forbidden modern devices--like wrist watches, calculators, or cell phones. She's only doing it to keep peace with the mother of the man she loves. And Michael himself will don the white-and-gold uniform of a French officer for the re-enactment--what actor could resist a role like that?

Meg's also trying to keep her father from scaring too many tourists with his impersonation of an 18th century physician. And to prevent a snooping reporter from publishing any stories about local scandals. Not to mention saving her naive brother, Rob, from the clutches of a con man who might steal the computer game he has invented. It's a tough job--at least, until the swindler is found dead, slain in Meg's booth with one of her own wrought-iron creations.

Now Meg must add another item to her already lengthy to do list: "Don't forget to solve the murder!"

Fortunately, the more trouble Meg faces, the more fun the reader will have--and Meg faces plenty of trouble in this lighthearted and funny novel.

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“At the top of the list...a fearless protagonist, remarkable supporting characters, lively action, and a keen wit.” —Library Journal

“What a lighthearted gem of a juggling act.” —Publishers Weekly

“Genuinely fascinating...A consistently entertaining series.” —Booklist

Publishers Weekly
What a lighthearted gem of a juggling act! In Anthony and Agatha award-winner Andrews's third bird adventure (Murder with Peacocks; Murder with Puffins), ornamental blacksmith Meg, who's been commissioned to make a dozen life-size day-glow flamingos (three of which grace the alluring dust jacket), devoted sidekick Michael as well as their close, extended families take part in a lovingly depicted re-creation of the October 1781 siege of Yorktown, complete with cannons, costumes and a crafts fair. Enter the villain, Roger Benson, a businessman who has promised to market a game designed by Meg's brother. Everyone, including Meg, has some quarrel with Benson, who eventually comes to bloody blows with one of the other blacksmiths. Later that night, Meg discovers Benson's body in the storage area of her shop, an ornate dagger, her masterpiece, prominently displayed in his back. The sheriff, his deputy and any number of Meg's friends and relatives are suspects, but her dad is determined to present himself as the killer. Meanwhile, Michael's imperious mother, who's found with Meg's cash box after it goes missing at the time of the murder, strives to prevent anachronisms (eyeglasses, cameras, etc.) from spoiling the battle reenactment. With her trademark witty dialogue and fine sense of the ridiculous, Andrews keeps all her balls in the air with skill and verve. Agents, Ellen Geiger and Anna Abreu at Curtis Brown. Regional author tour. (Oct. 15) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
It's "period crafts and costumes only" at the Yorktown Colonial crafts fair, which Meg Langslow, ironmonger and series sleuth (Murder with Puffins), attends with boyfriend Michael. Michael's mom rules the event with an iron hand, but trouble arrives with the sleazy software developer who wants to preview a package authored by Meg's brother. Harsh words and fights ensue. The resultant murder comes as no surprise, and there are plenty of suspects. A fearless protagonist, remarkable supporting characters, lively action, and a keen wit put this at the top of the list. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Wrought-iron lawn ornaments are not something blacksmith Meg Langslow (Murder with Puffins, 2000, etc.) ordinarily wastes her talent on, but when feisty Mrs. Fenniman commissions a set of pink metal flamingos to replace the plastic birds banned by her neighborhood association's Visual Enhancement and Aesthetics Committee, Meg obliges, since the disgruntled homeowner is one of Meg's innumerable cousins. Unfortunately, Meg delivers the gaudy birds the weekend of Yorktown's Revolutionary War reenactment, when crafters are limited by order of Mrs. Waterston (who in her saner moments is the mother of Meg's boyfriend Michael) to clothing, tools, and merchandise of the 18th century. Struggling to stay "in period" in order to avoid fines levied by Mrs. Waterston's Anachronism Police, Meg hides the flamingos, along with the Lawyers in Hell computer game her brother Rob hopes to sell to software developer Roger Benson, and the CD-ROM given her by Tad Jackson, a software engineer who hoped to market his CraftWorks program until Benson's firm pirated its design. Instead, she proudly displays a dagger with an intricate falcon-patterned handle she made under the tutelage of master blacksmith William Faulkner Cates. Though Faulk approves of her craftsmanship, Meg's pride is short-lived, since the evening after its unveiling, she finds her dagger plunged to its elegantly weighted hilt into Benson's back. Andrews's humor is considerably dimmed by her resolute focus on the question of whether Meg will become related by marriage to virtually the only person on the scene she's not already related to by blood.

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St. Martin's Press
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Meg Langslow Series , #3
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6.56(w) x 11.04(h) x 0.86(d)

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Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos

By Donna Andrews

Minotaur Books

Copyright © 2002 Donna Andrews
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780312983192

Chapter 1"I'm going to kill Michael's mother," I announced. "Quickly, discreetly, and with a minimum of pain and suffering. Out of consideration for Michael. But I am going to kill her.""What was that?" Eileen said, looking up and blinking at me.I glanced over at my best friend and fellow craftswoman. She had already unpacked about an acre of blue-and-white porcelain and arranged it on her side of our booth. I still had several tons of wrought iron to wrestle into place.I scratched two or three places where my authentic colonial-style linsey-woolsey dress was giving me contact dermatitis. I rolled my ruffled sleeves higher up on my arms, even though I knew they'd flop down again in two minutes; then I hiked my skirts up a foot or so, hoping a stray breeze would cool off my legs."I said I'm going to kill Michael's mother for making us do this craft fair in eighteenth-century costume," I said. "It's absolutely crazy in ninety-degree weather.""Well, it's not entirely Mrs. Waterston's fault," Eileen said. "Who knew we'd be having weather like this in October?"I couldn't think of a reasonable answer, so I turned back to the case I was unpacking and lifted out a pair of wrought-iron candlesticks. Eileen, like me, was flushed from the heat and exertion, not to mention frizzy from the humidity. But withher blond hair and fair skin, it gave the effect of glowing health. I felt like a disheveled mess."This would be so much easier in jeans," I grumbled, tripping over the hem of my skirt as I walked over to the table to set the candlesticks down."People are already showing up," Eileen said, with a shrug. "You know what a stickler Mrs. Waterston is for authenticity."Yes, everyone in Yorktown had long ago figured that out. And Martha Stewart had nothing on Mrs. Waterston for attention to detail. If she'd had her way, we'd have made every single stitch we wore by hand, by candlelight. She'd probably have tried to make us spin the thread and weave the fabric ourselves, not to mention raising and shearing the sheep. And when she finally pushed enough of us over the edge, we'd have to make sure our lynch mob used an authentic colonial-style hemp rope instead of an anachronistic nylon one.Of course, my fellow craftspeople would probably lynch me, too, while they were at it, since I was her deputy in charge of organizing the craft fair. And in Mrs. Waterston's eyes, keeping all the participants anachronism-free was my responsibility. When I'd volunteered for the job, I'd thought it a wonderful way to make a good impression on the hypercritical mother of the man I loved. I'd spent the past six months trying not to make Michael an orphan. Speaking of Michael ..."Where's Michael, anyway?" Eileen asked, echoing my thoughts. "I thought he was going to help you with that.""He will when he gets here," I said. "He's still getting into costume.""He's going to look so wonderful in colonial dress," Eileen said."Yes," I said. "Lucky we don't have a full-length mirror in the tent, or we wouldn't see him for hours.""You know you don't mean that," Eileen said, with a frown. "You're crazy about Michael."I let that pass. Yes, I was crazy about Michael, but I was a grown woman in my thirties, not a starry-eyed teenager in the throes of her first crush. And Michael and I had been together a little over a year. Long enough for me to fully appreciate his many good points, but also long enough to notice a few shortcomings. The thing about costumes and mirrors, for example. And the fact that getting dressed to go anywhere took him two or three times as long as it took me.Not that I complained, usually; the results were always spectacular. But at the moment, I'd have traded spectacular for available to help. I wrestled an eight-foot trellis into position and sat back, panting."Maybe I will wait until he gets here to finish this," I said."But Mrs. Waterston wants us all set up by ten!" Eileen said. She rummaged in the wicker basket she was using instead of a purse, then shot a guilty glance back at me before pulling out her wristwatch."It's 9:30 already," she said, thrusting the watch back out of sight beneath the red- and white-checked fabric lining the basket. Familiar gestures already: the furtive glance to see if anyone who cared--like me, theoretically--was looking before someone pulled out a necessary but forbidden modern object. And then the hasty concealment. Eileen should have figured out by now that as long as nobody else spotted her, I didn't give a damn.Then again, we'd found out this morning that Mrs. Waterston had enlisted a dozen assistants, whom she'd dubbed "the Town Watch." In theory, the watchmen were under my orders, available to help with crowd control and prevent shoplifting. In practice, they were the reason I was running late. I'd spent all morning trying to stop them from harassing variousfrantic craftspeople about using modern tools to set up, and keeping them from confiscating various items they'd decided were "not in period." The crafters had started calling them "the Anachronism Police.""I'm nearly finished with my side," Eileen said. "If you like, I could--"A loud boom interrupted her, seeming to shake the very ground. Both of us jumped; Eileen shrieked; and her pottery rattled alarmingly. We could hear more shrieks and oaths from nearby booths."What on Earth!" Eileen exclaimed, racing over to her table to make sure none of her ethereally delicate cups and vases had broken."Oh, Lord," I muttered. "I thought she was kidding.""Kidding about what?" Eileen asked."What the hell was that, a sonic boom?" shouted Amanda, the African American weaver in the booth across the aisle."The artillery," I shouted back."Artillery?" Eileen echoed."The what?" Amanda asked, dropping a braided rug and trotting over to our booth."Artillery," I repeated. "For the Siege of Yorktown. That's what this whole thing is celebrating, you know--""Yeah, I know," Amanda said. "October 19, 1781. The British finally throw in the towel and surrender to George Washington and the Revolutionary War is over. Whoopty-do. Let freedom ring, except for my people, who had to wait another eighty years. So what's with the sound effects?""Another of Mrs. Waterston's brainstorms," I said. "She hired a bunch of guys to fire a replica cannon to add to the authenticity of the event.""You mean, like a starter's gun to open the fair?" Amanda asked."Demonstrations for the tourists, maybe," Eileen suggested."Actually ..." I said.Another thunderous boom shook the encampment. This time we heard fewer shrieks and more angry yells."Actually," I began again, "she's going to have them firing continuously, to simulate the siege. Washington's troops shelled the British nonstop for a couple of weeks before attacking their entrenchments.""She's going to have them doing that all day?" Eileen asked."Probably all night, too, unless someone can find an obscure county ordinance to stop it." Someone like me, probably. I'd already promised half a dozen townspeople who'd seen the artillery setting up that I'd find a way to silence the cannons at bedtime. Now that the shelling had actually begun, I'd be swamped with complainers any second--and no matter how irate they were, none of them wanted to tackle Mrs. Waterston directly."Bunch of loonies," Amanda muttered.No argument from me."Bad enough I have to dress up like Aunt Jemima," she said, as she returned to her own booth. "And now this.""Oh, but you look ... wonderful," Eileen called. "So authentic!"Amanda looked down at her homespun dress and snorted. She was right, unfortunately. I'd always envied Amanda's stylish urban wardrobe, with its vivid colors and offbeat but sophisticated cuts. I'd never before realized how well her chic outfits camouflaged a slightly plump figure. And when you threw in the cultural associations an African American woman raised in Richmond, Virginia, was bound to have with colonial-era clothing ..."Oh, dear," Eileen murmured. From the sudden crease inher normally smooth forehead, I could tell that the last point had just dawned on her. "This must be awful for poor Amanda! Do you think we should--""Look sharp!" hissed a voice nearby. "Here she comes! Put away your anachronisms!"Copyright © 2001 by Donna Andrews.


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Meet the Author

Donna Andrews is the author of the Meg Langslow mysteries, including Stork Raving Mad and Swan for the Money. She has won the Agatha, Anthony, and Barry awards, a Romantic Times award for best first novel, and two Lefty and two Toby Bromberg Awards for funniest mystery. When not writing fiction, Andrews is a self-confessed nerd, rarely found away from her computer, unless she's messing in the garden. She lives in Reston, Virginia.

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Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos (Meg Langslow Series #3) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 20 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Very well written book. The dialogue is plausible and creative. Andrews has great description of the expressions and actions of the characters that leave you laughing right out loud. A very entertaining book without turning cheesy. I literally read this book in one day! Well worth the money spent.
RonnaL More than 1 year ago
Donna Andrews' bird mysteries are a total treat.  In book three, Meg and her boyfriend Michael, are participating in an enactment of the 1781 siege of Yorktown.  Michael's demanding mother is in charge and allows nothing from present day to be seen, said, or tasted anywhere during the celebration.   Meg is participating in the crafts fair, selling her exquisite iron works.  She has competition with some second class crafters, but she's also trying to keep her special order, flamingos under wraps so buyers will consider her a serious blacksmith.  Unfortunately, the flamingoes are brought out from hiding and one ends up stabbed in the back of a local businessman disliked by one and all.  Her birds, her murder?  Or her brother and good friends who were seen arguing with the dead man? This book was full of history and tales from present day re-enactments.  The characters from this series continue to grow, and the competition between the couple's moms gets more complicated.  Meg's Dad's love of mystery is tested and he tries to get himself accused of the murder.  Humor abounds and the mystery follows a number of possible suspects until the very end.  These books have shown their merit by the long list of this series to date.  Excellent cozies and fast reads!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Meg and Michael take part in a hsitorical re-enactment, his mother, and her family trot through out each scene. Hijinks, craziness and murder ensue. Exactly what I expected, and more.
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I love the Meg Langslow serries. Strong, smart, independent woman with a sense of humor and a crazy family! Great read to just relax with.
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this was the first of her books i read. and i loved it. (though i bought it as part of an ongoing joke with my neighbors and the flamingo that apeared in their yard after my vacation.) i was able to keep track of all the cousins and friends. even with out being properly introduced. when will the (if it hasn't already) next book come out....crouching.....leapin loon? ~Abbie
Guest More than 1 year ago
After "Murder with Puffins" I was glad to see Meg and Michael back in Meg's hometown. This time they are involved in a reenactment of a battle in the revolutionary war and shortly in another murder. The mystery is nicely done, but I missed the involvement of Meg's relatives. They come in on the periphery, but their excentric behaviour that made "Murder with Peacocks" so interesting was only touched upon not fully integrated in the tale. I enjoyed this book, but doubt that someone who hasn't read Peacocks will like it.
harstan More than 1 year ago
It¿s the annual Yorktown Day celebration. Her formidable future mother in law drafts Meg Langslow into making sure that the crafts people, reenactors and everyone else connected to the event are staying in period. No articles that weren¿t available when the British surrendered to George Washington are allowed. It is Meg¿s sad and much lamented job to enforce that rule or risk stirring the wrath of a woman she wants to please. Trying to be everything for everybody has given Meg a headache and a need for some time alone. At the welcoming night party, she sneaks out to go to her booth, which she finds vandalized. By the time she gets over that setback, she gets an even bigger one. A man with a knife in his back is found dead behind her booth. Meg made the knife and like many other people argued in public with the victim. To insure that the sheriff doesn¿t arrest the wrong person, Meg decide to do a little sleuthing on her own. Meg Langslow has to be one of the most quirky and endearing amateur sleuths to grace the pages of a mystery novel in a long time. Her relatives and friends, who make up most of the secondary characters, are lovable eccentrics that juice up the story line. Donna Andrews has written an that should win her an award.

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wouldnt very fond of the birds myself we can avparty place that would run over and rent you a yard full for a birthday birds ibstead of candles mom