A Most Curious Murder: A Little Library Mystery

A Most Curious Murder: A Little Library Mystery

by Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli

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A Most Curious Murder: A Little Library Mystery by Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli

Jenny Weston moves home to Bear Falls, Michigan to nurse her bruised ego back to health after a bitter divorce. But the idyllic vision of her charming hometown crumbles when her mother's little library is destroyed.

The next door neighbor, Zoe Zola, a little person and Lewis Carroll enthusiast, suspects local curmudgeon Adam Cane, but when he's suddenly found dead in Zoe's fairy garden, all roads lead back to her. Jenny, however, believes Zoe innocent, so the two women team up to find the true culprit, investigating the richest family in Bear Falls, interrogating a few odd townspeople and delving into old, hidden transgressions — until another body turns up.

Inspired by Alice in Wonderland , Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli's quaint and compelling series debut A Most Curious Murder will delight cozy mystery readers new and old.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781629536064
Publisher: Crooked Lane Books
Publication date: 07/12/2016
Series: Little Library Mystery Series , #1
Pages: 336
Product dimensions: 5.60(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli lives in Mancelona, MI. She has published nine novels, one work of non-fiction, and several short stories, which have been produced onstage, read on NPR, and published in several newspapers. For many years she taught writing at the International Women's Writing Guild summer program at Skidmore College and currently teaches at Northwestern Michigan College.

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CHAPTER 1

“Oh dear,” said a little voice from behind Jenny Weston, who knelt in the wet grass, in drizzling rain, early morning light making long shadows of the destruction around her.

“‘Like jars of strawberry jam.’ That’s from Alice in Wonderland , you know. But everyone knows that,” the voice, belonging to a little girl, said.

“Go away,” Jenny mumbled. She wished the kid would leave her alone to face the ruin of her mother’s Little Library by herself.

All the books her mom loved were scattered over the grass, each soaked and swollen, some covers empty, pages torn and tossed everywhere, now giving the weak rustle of dying weeds when the chilly wind blew in off Lake Michigan.

And the library box that held the books—special to so many in Bear Falls, Michigan, especially to her mother, Dora—smashed and splintered into jagged red, green, and white shards. The post it once stood on was split in two. Jenny squeezed down her feelings—all the hurt and anger and outrage.

She knew immediately when she drove in after her all-night ride that there wouldn’t be any happier or sunnier days back here in Michigan than there’d been in Chicago. This wasn’t a return to Eden, after all, only another war zone.

She reached out to retrieve a large, wooden splinter near one knee. Red—part
• f a chimney. And another piece—a green step to the screened porch. Her father had built the Little Library, an exact replica of the house they lived in. All of it gone.

“What I mean to say is,” the squeaky voice came again, “‘The day was wet, the rain fell souse, like jars of strawberry jam.’”

“Go home. It’s too early for you to be out,” Jenny said without turning. “You should be in bed. And anyway, I’m busy here.”

She sniffed to emphasize the busy and then wrapped her arms around herself, shivering in her wrinkled shorts and yellow shirt. Although it was June, it was a damp and gloomy morning, with rolling dark clouds overhead and a fine drizzle among the pines separating the houses along Elderberry Street.

Jenny moved from one knee to the other, reaching out to touch remnants of the little house. A last gift for mom before dad was killed out on US 31, his car struck and sent into a ditch, then into a tree. Dad was left to die by the faceless, nameless driver who hit him. The Little Library had been an anniversary gift for Dora, his wife—a one-time librarian who followed her
husband to this disappointing place, a Northern Michigan town without a library.

“Awful that the house is nothing but splinters,” the voice talked on. “I liked it just the way it was. Looked like Dora’s, with the red chimney and the dormers and all. And such fun that the roof opened the way it did and books were tucked inside like little soldiers in their cots.”

Jenny squeezed her eyes tight enough to hurt. She wiped rain from her face. Maybe , she thought, if I keep my eyes closed and click my heels, this smart-aleck kid will disappear.

So many memories bubbled up. Good memories and bad memories. Her life mixing in sudden, independent scenes: running through the sprinkler under a hot July sun; barely escaping when she and her older sister, Lisa, stole kohlrabi from Adam Cane’s garden; Dad calling her mom out to see the surprise he’d built for their anniversary...

“Come out, dear Dora, and see what your man has wrought.” Jim Weston, a large and powerful man, stood at the curb so proudly six months before he died. A flourish of the cloth he’d laid over the Little Library, and then his carefully rehearsed speech: “Because Bear Falls has no library for my own beautiful librarian, never had a library, will never have a library, and you, dear Dora, are a reader to be reckoned with...”

Dad was the perfect traveling salesman—in death too: he was found by a passing motorist, dead behind the wheel.

Terrible what someone had done to the Little Library. And even worse, now Jenny had to go into the house and break the awful news to her mom, and on her first morning home.

“If you ask me...” the voice went on.

“Listen, kid, go away, okay? It’s barely daylight. You should be in bed.”

She turned to find not a child but a Little Person standing behind her, a very small woman in tiny, green-smudged sneakers; her faded jeans rolled so a bit of flesh showed above her ankles. The sturdy body was wrapped in a child’s plastic raincoat, the flowered hood tied tight around a small, pretty face—eye-level with a kneeling Jenny—topped by tendrils of wildly curly blonde hair.

“Well, I’m certainly not a kid.” The indignant woman shot her pale eyebrows high. “Thirty-three years old. Don’t look it, do I? Not a day over twelve, I’ll bet you’d say.”

“Maybe ten,” Jenny growled, not in the mood to play games.

“Hmm. Don’t worry your head over hurting my feelings.” Her round, blue eyes narrowed with sarcasm.

“Sorry.” Jenny wiped her wet hands along the sides of her shorts. “You’re not what I expected.”

“That’s okay. You’re not what I expected either. You don’t look like your mother at all. Much taller than I imagined.”

“I’m on my knees. How can you tell how tall I am?”

“One learns to gauge a person’s height. Your body’s long. Your legs are long. Put them together and you get a tall person. Maybe a gigantic person.” The woman rubbed her hands, gave them a shake, and nodded to emphasize the rightness of her equation.

Jenny wiped her eyes while checking out the odd creature standing behind her with legs apart and fists wedged at her waist.

“You are Jenny, Dora’s Chicago daughter, aren’t you?”

Jenny nodded.

“Your mom told me you were coming. I was glad to hear it. Your sister, Lisa, has been here before, but never you.” She raised her eyebrows as if in judgment.

Jenny bristled but said nothing.

“Well, anyway, I haven’t said a word to Dora, but I’ve had this terrible feeling.” She leaned in closer, finger at her nose. “Something’s coming. Something’s certainly coming. It’s been in the air.”

Her hand circled the ruin in front of her. “I never imagined
this.”

The woman shrugged after a strained minute and stuck a soft hand out for Jenny to shake. “Welcome home. Sorry it’s to this mess. I’m Zoe Zola. Next-door neighbor.” She pointed toward the house to the south. “Been here a year. Your mom and I are good friends.”

“Did Mrs. Ford move?” Jenny wracked her brain. Five years since she’d been home. A lot could have happened in that time. “Died. Poor Granny.” The little woman drooped with sadness.

“Sorry about your grandmother, but I’ve never seen you before either.”

“Would’ve remembered, eh? ‘Smaller than a tadpole.’ No. ‘Smaller than a minute.’ Heard that one a lot. How about ‘Smaller than a bumblebee’? You ever hear of a pygmy shrew? One man told me I was smaller than that.” Zoe’s eyes weren’t laughing.

Jenny wondered how to escape from this odd person. Could be a mad killer. Maybe a religious nut. Jenny entertained herself with wild possibilities.

Zoe Zola talked on. “Granny left me the house, though I barely knew her. My mother’s side of the family. They didn’t like me much. Surprised me when I got the news. But it was welcome. You can just imagine. A home of my own. In a little town. Quiet enough to think for long stretches of time. Quiet enough to take my mind off . . .” She glanced the short distance down to the ground. “Well, enough to take my mind off other things, survival being one of them. I write books, you see, and writers always expect to exist in someone else’s garret. Not our own garret, you understand, because we’re never rich enough to own one.” She puzzled, with a finger at her chin. “What’s the name of the bird that crawls into other people’s nests?”

She ruminated a while. “Cuckoo!” she squawked, giving Jenny a satisfied smile.

“Why are you out so early? It’s raining.”

“Really?” She put her hand out. “It’s my dog. She’s old and has to pee a lot.”

As if she’d been waiting for an introduction, a shiny black nose lost in dirty white fur nudged out from behind Zoe Zola’s legs. The nose belonged to a small, shaggy dog with drooping ears and a quiver running from her nose to the end of her tail. The only bit of color on the little thing, other than mud, was a red collar peeking out around her neck. The dog snuffled back and forth, nose to ground, then looked up at Jenny, who stared down into an opal of an eye—a half-blind little dog. The other eye was happy to see her, deep brown and wet. The dog gave the smallest of necessary yips.

“Her name is Fida. She doesn’t mean you any harm,” Zoe said. “She’s just upset at this awful mess. And it wasn’t Fida who made the comment about the strawberry jam, which, if I may say so, was apropos at the moment.”

Jenny took a deep breath. Oz. No. One of the Lollipop Guild. And Toto, too.

The little dog gave another sharp yip. Zoe cautioned, “Quiet.” Then her face lighted with playfulness. “Fida is a feminist because we agreed to it being so. Her name would have been Fido if she’d been born of the other persuasion. Instead, she calls herself Fida.” The dog, happy now, wiggled forward until her head lay on Jenny’s knees, her one good eye turned up in adoration.

“None of this is what it seems to be, you know.”

Jenny muttered, “You can say that again.”

“And not what you’re thinking at all.” Zoe grabbed Fida by the collar, pulling her away from nuzzling Jenny to death.

“And it’s not about strawberry jam,” Jenny came back.

“Oh, that.” Zoe flipped a hand to blow away the thought. “I write books about fairy tales and magic people. The Wizard of Oz as Dream came out a couple of years ago and is still doing very well with certain factions of people. You know, those who think all day and truly worry if Dorothy dreamed all of that nonsense or if Oz really exists. I’m of the latter ilk. But then, I have first-hand information.

“Currently I’m working on Lewis Carroll and the Two Alices: A Study in Madness and Murder. ‘Off with her head.’ ‘We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’ The Hatter, well, of course he’s mad. And the dormouse into the teapot. An amazing human being, Mr. Carroll. Or Charles Dodgson, as he thought he was called. In his personal notes alone, there must be at least a dozen or two ideas to fit each and every happenstance of life.”

“Including broken libraries?” Jenny felt annoyance settling in.

Zoe was about to answer when her body froze. Her hand shot into the air.

“What?”

“I smell it coming!” Zoe said and then slowly lowered her hand.

“I think I’d better go inside...” Jenny started to get up, gauging—if
she ran very fast—how long it would take to get up to the house.

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t mean to spook you.”

“You are.”

“It’s just...” She put a pudgy finger to her lips. “I can smell things. An amazing nose, though sometimes awkward to deal with. I smell when storms are born. I smell the least bit of tumult in the air.”

“Really? And what do you smell now?” Jenny stood and brushed wet grass from her hands and knees.

Zoe looked left and then right from the corners of her eyes. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

“There’s nothing . . .”

Zoe frowned and nodded hard.

“Yes, there is, Jenny Weston. There’s something coming at us. If you ask me, I’d have to say maybe you should turn around and go right back to Chicago.”

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A Most Curious Murder: A Little Library Mystery 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
A Most Curious Murder by Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli is the first book in A Little Library Mystery series. Jenny Weston has just moved back to Bear Falls, Michigan following her acrimonious divorce. One thing she has always loved is the Little Library her father built for her mother in front of their home. Her mother was a librarian before she married, but the town had no library. This was a way for her to be a librarian and help people picks books (it works a little differently from your traditional little library). But then they find the little library smashed to pieces. Who would do this? Everyone (well, almost everyone) loved the little library. Their neighbor, grumpy Adam Cane did not like it. He felt it caused extra traffic on their street. But when Adam Cane is found dead in Zoe Zola’s (another neighbor) backyard, it does not look good for Zoe. Zoe is a little odd, but she is no murderer. Zoe is a Little Person who loves fairies and has little fairy houses (with fairies inside) scattered around her yard (Adam Cane’s body really stood out). Zoe also quotes from the works of Lewis Carroll (and other stories) frequently (it is annoying) and is a writer (and a dreamer). Jenny needs to find the culprit for Zoe and her mother, Dora (who is upset over all this hoopla). Can Jenny solve the crimes and clear Zoe’s name? Will the unexpected appearance of her ex-husband hinder her investigation? Then there is Jenny’s infatuation with her old high school boyfriend! A Most Curious Murder was inspired by Alice in Wonderland, but the author did not pull it off. The novel came across more odd than fantastical, magical, and intriguing. I had just started the book and all these characters are thrown at you. I found Zoe Zola to be overdone. The author tried to put all too many zany character traits in one person and it did not work (if I met this person I would run the other way). The constant quotes from Zoe Zola was not an endearing quality. They made absolutely no sense (despite my reading the same pages several times) and were a hindrance to my enjoyment of the novel. I found the writing to slightly awkward or stilted which severely lessened my enjoyment (I never got into this book) and the dialogue was stale (flat). The mystery was simple and easily solved (you need less than 50 pages to figure it out). I give A Most Curious Murder 2.5 out of 5 stars. Jenny’s fascination with her old high school boyfriend who cheated on her and got another girl pregnant was just absurd (the writer could have found another way to include the character). The idea or premise has possibilities. With work this could be an interesting and enjoyable series. A Most Curious Murder was just not for me (and I really wanted to like it). I received a complimentary copy of A Most Curious Murder from NetGalley in exchange for an honest evaluation of the novel. The opinions and comments expressed above are strictly my own.
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LisaKsBooksReviews More than 1 year ago
NOTE: I’ll put it out there…I am not a fan of Alice in Wonderland, and there are most obviously many references to it in this book. However, I am a fan a Little Libraries, so I had to check this book out. With that being said, my review is based on the author’s writing ability, her plot, the mystery, and not my personal dislike of Alice. Author Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli grabbed my attention when I heard A MOST CRUIOUS MURDER was the start of a series based on Little Libraries. I am fascinated by them. To be honest, at first I didn’t care for protagonist, Jenny Weston. I found her to be abrasive. Though, in all fairness, the character was going through a bit of an ordeal right from the very beginning of the book. However, I kept reading because I enjoyed the author Buzzelli’s writing style. She has an easy flow to her words. Plus, I had to find out what was going to happen. I did warm up to Jenny, so I’m happy I stuck with in. A MOST CURIUOS MURDER was a well thought out mystery that kept adding more bad situations as it went along, keeping the characters and me on our toes, and with a real need to get to the bottom of it all. This first in a series will have readers wanting more. And for those Alice in Wonderland fans out there, you will find it a double delight.
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts This story was an absolute treasure. Jenny Weston reeling from an awful divorce arrived back home in Bear Falls to find her mother’s Little Library has been chopped to bits and books have have been ripped apart. The Little Library was built by Jenny’s dad for his librarian wife because little Bear Falls doesn’t have a public library and she wanted to share her joy of reading. He built it to look like just like their home and put it up shortly before he was killed in a car accident. The first person Jenny meets is Zoe Zola who she finds lamenting about the Little Library’s destruction. Zoe just happens to be an author herself, a Lewis Carroll enthusiast, and a little person, who takes a bit of getting used to. She thinks she knows who did the dastardly deed but when the man is found dead and Zoe becomes the prime suspect, all thoughts turn to proving her innocence. Things continue to roll out of control as another man is found murdered and so many more questions arise. I started reading this book and could not put it down. I loved the uniqueness of Zoe. She may be of small stature but she has a huge heart and a very uplifting point of view and special way of thinking. Jenny’s mom has a good friend in Zoe and as the book continued Jenny and she were quickly becoming “almost friends”. I enjoyed the small town setting and the way the residents pulled together to help Jenny’s mother, Dora, replace her loss. It was interesting the Jenny reconnecting with high school friends she really didn’t want to and found her life was better having left town when she did. She also meets someone new in town that just may help her start to heal her aching heart. The drama was multifaceted as well. The main plot and subplots blended perfectly. They are complex, curious, and at times comical. The best part of the whole thing was the author’s writing style. At times I felt like we were going down the rabbit hole ourselves and it was such a fun adventure. Words, words, words, suitcase words, words that need to be unpacked and understood and that would lead you to the answers you seek or they could lead you nowhere, but totally entertaining. Loved, Loved, Loved, this story!! It is fresh and different! Alice in Wonderland fans, this is a book for you!