Minnesota & Mistletoe. Holiday-Wreathed Lock-Down Blizzard
SUGAR COOKIE MURDER was an ingenious holiday offering, which would satisfy off-season as well. Being snowed in under high flavor was great entertainment escape. I enjoyed the leap into the reality of my kitchen of Hannah and friends tweaking, testing recipes, the names and flavors of which paraded through the plot. As I skimmed the ¿cookbook¿ section, I realized I¿d be able to fondly recall titles from the story. Each title promised a unique, ¿history¿ laden treat, sans off-beat ingredients, easy enough to conjure in real life even for a wild, hair-brained cook who rarely follows a recipe. As usual, the plot melted out like heated butter. Since Mike was a Fluky fool when it came to seeing through Shawna Lee, Hannah was allowed to seethe her dark-side toward the ¿lady,¿ which may have taken the heat off Hannah¿s mother. In this one the early morning phone call from Dolores didn¿t even get a hiss from Moshie, though it did get spits of steam (well chewed down) from Hannah. I was relieved that the murder didn¿t occur until the holiday event had extended well into relishing the pot luck entrees. I had visions of Sugar Plums going sour as characters¿ mouths watered in vain. Instead, each recipe was mentioned and described as it was placed onto the banquet tables. I enjoyed Lake Eden¿s Cookie Jar town being condensed into the community center walls and parking lot, with satisfying entertainment flowing through the culinary concoctions, social machinations, and a school jazz band. Fluke proved the point that small towns are very much NOT boring, as Brandi Wyen had whined. Lake Eden was the antithesis of that for people who weren¿t boring themselves. I wondered if Fluke set the murder midway into the plot to dramatize that Hannah¿s ¿Cookie-Jar-Town¿ didn¿t need murder and detecting to make it an interesting, satisfying read. (Is there a contrast to Sinclair Lewis here?) Fluke perfectly piled on small town charms, without being too sentimental, interjecting plenty of spice and savory, expanding every-which-way beyond Hannah¿s basic but crafty cookies. After Fluke had the charm simmering, she popped the murder and sizzled it perfectly (on ice), with a twist in the resolution which returned full circle to her original point of dramatizing The Good Life and The Good People. In a Partridge in a Pear Tree denouement, a new baby was brought into the fold as a delicious ¿line dance,¿ floor-pacing was performed poshly without practice, in the maternity ward hallway. Fluke¿s light touch can fool readers (while reading but afterthoughts can be telling) into thinking her stories are mere entertainment confections. How mere are confections? How potent is entertainment? Some of the best hints came out here about which beau Hannah might favor. I¿m now 99% certain I know. Prior to SUGAR COOKIE, I had no clue, and enjoyed that state of balanced confusion. SUGAR COOKIE MURDER is a winner, a complex (more than I would have anticipated), perfect gift to buy for yourself any time you need a lift into the inner warmth of a Minnesota winter. The before, during, and after effect is better than Prozac. Take the small-town-sugar-pill! For whatever ails, it treats better than many medicines.
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