We'll Always Have Parrots (Meg Langslow Series #5) [NOOK Book]

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In We'll Always Have Parrots, Meg Langslow travels with her fiance Michael to a fan convention for Porfiria, Queen of the Jungle--a cheesy cult TV show on which Michael has a minor role. Michael hopes the weekend will give him a chance to talk Miss Wynncliffe-Jones, the show's temperamental leading lady and executive producer out of enforcing a certain provision in Michael's contract.

Of course, Michael's not the only person whose career the dictatorial star has manipulated. So ...

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We'll Always Have Parrots (Meg Langslow Series #5)

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Overview

In We'll Always Have Parrots, Meg Langslow travels with her fiance Michael to a fan convention for Porfiria, Queen of the Jungle--a cheesy cult TV show on which Michael has a minor role. Michael hopes the weekend will give him a chance to talk Miss Wynncliffe-Jones, the show's temperamental leading lady and executive producer out of enforcing a certain provision in Michael's contract.

Of course, Michael's not the only person whose career the dictatorial star has manipulated. So when the star is found murdered, the police have plenty of suspects. Trouble is, Meg doesn't believe they're going to arrest the right one. Soon she finds herself following the murderer's trail through a hotel filled with egotistical actors, costumed fans, and a motley flock of monkeys and parrots who, rebelling against their role as live scenery, have escaped from their cages to take an active (and noisy) role in the festivities.

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Editorial Reviews

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"Perfectly showcases Donna Andrews' gift for deadpan comedy." —Denver Post

"Laughter, more laughter, we need laughter, so Donna Andrews is giving us We'll Always Have Parrots...to help us survive February." —Washington Times

"I can't say enough good things about this series, and this entry in it."-Deadly Pleasures

Denver Post

Perfectly showcases Donna Andrews' gift for deadpan comedy.
Washington Times

Laughter, more laughter, we need laughter, so Donna Andrews is giving us We'll Always Have Parrots...to help us survive February.
Deadly Pleasures

I can't say enough good things about this series, and this entry in it.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466806221
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 2/7/2006
  • Series: Meg Langslow Series, #5
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 304
  • Sales rank: 38,354
  • File size: 407 KB

Meet the Author

Donna Andrews

Donna Andrews is the author of four previous books featuring Meg Langslow. She lives in Reston, Virginia, near Washington, D.C.


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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Chapter 1

I woke up when Michael began screaming in the bathroom.

I pried open one eye and saw that it was 5:45. a.m.

"Michael,'' I called.

He probably couldn't hear me, given the volume of noise he was producing.

" Damn the man,'' I muttered, pulling the pillow over my head.

The racket from the bathroom changed to a loud gurgle, and while the hotel's meager pillow might be adequate for sleeping--just barely--it couldn't muffle the sounds of a classically trained stage actor, diligently performing his morning vocal exercises. And gargling repeatedly with a variety of concoctions, to counteract the effects of a bad head cold.

I'd have bet that the alternating doses of salt water, dissolved baby aspirin, and Listerine did more to irritate his throat than soothe it. But I knew better than to say so. In the several years we'd been together, I'd learned that things went more smoothly if I didn't try to argue with Michael about the various strange superstitions and crank health notions he shared with his theater friends.

I shoved the pillow aside, leaned over, and groped on the floor by the side of the bed until I found the program book I'd dropped there last night.

" Welcome to the Jungles of Amblyopia!'' proclaimed the headline. I paused to look at the group photo below. Michael looked dashing despite the corny costume--a black velvet wizard's robe, covered with phony magical symbols and allowed to fall open to show that he was shirtless beneath. Of course, maybe I was biased. Maybe to an unprejudiced eye Michael looked just as ill-at-ease as the rest of the cast of Porfiria, Queen of the Jungle--the low-budget TV show that had catapulted him to sudden cult fame.

And brought us to this rather run-down hotel in suburban Northern Virginia, where the Friends of Amblyopia--the show's fan club--had organized their first East Coast convention. For the next three days Michael and his co-stars would endure an endless round of panels, banquets, and autograph sessions.

He'd tried to weasel out of it by claiming a conflict with his other career--his real career--as a drama professor at a small but prestigious Virginia college. But unfortunately his contract required attending a certain number of publicity events for the show--and everyone had to be at this particular convention on direct orders from Tamerlaine Wynncliffe- Jones, the aging B-movie actress who played Queen Porfiria and, more to the point, owned the production company. Apparently attendance had been embarrassingly low the last time they'd held a convention with only the QB, as the cast and crew usually called her. To her face, people pretended that QB stood for "Queen Bee,'' but even she wasn't stupid enough to ignore the obvious, slightly longer alternative to the second word. Since she never objected to being called the QB, I suspected she secretly relished the substitution.

So it was really the QB's fault that Michael had awakened me this early. I liked that thought. Much more satisfactory to blame her for the loss of my beauty sleep.

I was already resigned to losing my identity for the weekend. Instead of Meg Langslow, blacksmith, I'd be Meg, she's-with-Michael. Meg, can-we-add-one-more-to-the-dinner- reservation. Meg, who should disappear gracefully when the swooning fans show up.

"It would be different if we were married,'' Michael said the last time we'd done one of these events. Reasons for tying the knot popped into our conversations with increasing frequency these days.

"True,'' I said. "But as a reason to commit matrimony, I'd put that only slightly above filing a joint tax return, and way below your offer to elope even if both mothers threw tantrums at being deprived of the wedding of the millennium.''

And even if being married would make it easier for the convention organizers to recall my existence, it wouldn't change the way Michael's more devoted female fans hated me. But at least if I got enough sleep to look my best, "If only she didn't exist!'' wouldn't automatically be followed by "What in the world does he see in her?''

I rubbed my eyes and flipped through the program to the Friday schedule. Aha. Michael had a 9 a.m. "spotlight''--a solo appearance on the main stage. Obviously he was in pre- performance mode. He'd spend an hour or so doing vocal exercises and another hour fussing with his hair and clothes. Normally this would leave him an hour to sit around making himself nervous, but I suspected today he'd spend that hour self-medicating for the cold. Applying nose drops and contemplating their effect. Sampling various cough lozenges. Dabbing lotion on the red, raw patches that appear on the cheeks and around the nostrils after several days of diligent nose-blowing.

Poor Michael. I could hear him cough--or was it only another vocal exercise? I made a mental note to see that he spent as much time as possible breathing on the QB. After all, thanks to her insistence that he attend, dozens of fans would probably go home with Michael's cold.

Some of them already had it, apparently. I heard a muffled sneeze from the balcony. I got out of bed and peered out through a tiny crack in the curtains. Yes, the fans were still there. They had figured out who was in what room shortly after the celebrity guests arrived, and had learned that if they could get up enough nerve to cross the two-foot gap that separated the various balconies, they could roam at will up and down the outside of the hotel and camp on the stars' balconies. We were only on the second floor, which meant that so far the ones who fell hadn't badly injured themselves, and obviously neither hotel management nor the convention organizers would do anything. Despite my calls to both the previous evening, the crowd on our balcony had grown overnight. Presumably they'd disperse when the panels began and they had a legitimate chance to see their idols.

I wondered what they thought of Michael's vocal exercises. Surely they could hear them. I also wondered, uncharitably, whether anybody was camped on the QB's balcony, next to ours. I'd bet not, but since I didn't dare go out to peek, I'd never know. I took a perverse pride in the fact that our balcony was brim full of bodies. I almost felt sorry for them-- the weather had turned damp and uncomfortably cool in the night, and since the hotel only had two stories, the balcony had no roof to shelter them from the steady drizzle. They huddled together, wet and bedraggled, like a crowd of refugees.

Of course, my sympathy wasn't profound enough that I felt obliged to play Lady Bountiful, and make coffee for them in the room's minuscule coffee machine. After all, no one had forced them to sleep on our balcony, and they'd dry off quickly enough when the August sun came out.

I brewed some coffee for the two of us instead, and sat in the room's easy chair, studying the program while I sipped and waited for the caffeine to take effect. It wasn't working rapidly. Even the arrival of room service with breakfast didn't rouse me from my torpor. By the time Michael finished his vocal exercises and began rummaging through his suitcases, I found myself drifting off. Maybe I should just slip back in bed for a few more winks until--

I heard another shriek. Why had Michael started his vocal exercises again?

I opened my eyes and glared at the bathroom door.

Then blinked in surprise. Michael stood in front of the dresser, looking toward the closed bathroom door with obvious alarm.

Copyright © 2004 by Donna Andrews

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 18, 2015

    Sad sag in series as they dont do well away from homestead

    Try again and hope next is better as sample seemed promising

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2013

    A terrific addition to an excellent series!

    Donna Andrews takes a murder at an out-of-control fan convention overrun with monkeys and parrots, adds Meg's eccentric family, an escaped tiger, and a lot of swords, and gives us another humor-filled Meg Langslow mystery. I love this series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 3, 2012

    A truly talented writer!

    Donna .... please put your Turing Hopper series on Nook! I have them in paperback (4). Is that series a done deal? No more to come? I couldn't put the books down .... please?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2012

    Highly recommend

    You don't expect to be instructed while enjoying a good murder mystery, but each of Andrews' books fills in some aspect of life I would not usually be involved in. This look at the world of sy-fi, soaps, & comics is entertaining & hilarious. Also, having lived in the Hollywood area, the egos exposed here are all to true to life. Enjoy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2011

    A fun change from the others

    This is one of my favorite books from the series. I enjoyed the change of scene and the craziness going on that didn't all come from the family! It made me want to see a fan convention for myself to indulge in some people-watching. I hope it is made into a nook book soon.

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  • Posted June 7, 2009

    Fun

    This book was a little slow at first but it got better as the book progressed. Great book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 15, 2007

    A reviewer

    I was rather bored one day and saw a copy of this book sitting on my living room table. I picked it up and found myself unable to put it down until I had finished it. As another reviewer mentioned, I too became alerted to Ms. Andrews Bird Books after reading this one. Meg and Michael's romantic relationship added to the story without distracting the reader from the mystery. The characters and humor brought this story to life. The plot was beautiful and the entire volume was brilliant.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2005

    Disappointed

    I am a fan of Donna Andrews¿ writing and have read each book in the ¿bird¿ series. I enjoy seeing the relationship between Michael and Meg develop. In addition, Meg¿s family is always good for a laugh. This installment, however, lacks both plot lines. Michael and Meg spend very little time together and Meg¿s parents only show up sporadically throughout the book. The story takes place at a Science Fiction Convention. Fans run around in costumes getting autographs while avoiding ¿intestinal deposits¿ from the parrots and monkeys who have taken refuge in the jungle decorations scattered throughout the hotel. Though I figured out the victim very early, I didn¿t figure out the murderer until it was revealed. I enjoyed the part where Meg confronted the murderer. In comparison with Ms. Andrews¿ other novels, I can only rate, ¿We¿ll Always Have Parrots¿ as an adequate read. The Queen B was so irritating and nasty that I hoped she would be the one knocked off. I found the parrots and monkeys to be just a silly distraction. The story also seemed to lack the usual humor of previous stories. I would recommend this book only for those who want to keep up with the continuing story of Meg and Michael. For those who might be trying Donna Andrews¿ novels for the first time, I would recommend, ¿Murder with Peacocks or ¿Revenge of the Wrought-Iron Flamingos.¿

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 4, 2005

    oh my god this book is so funny!

    This is the one that got me started reading Donna Andrews.

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