When PI Sarah Booth Delaney and her partner and best friend, Tinkie, take on Monica and Eleanor Levert as clients, they don't have much hope of solving the case. The wealthy heiresses of Briarcliff in Natchez, Mississippi, claim that a family necklace worth four million dollars has been stolen, and they think that they can hurry the insurance payout if a reputable PI investigates. Sarah Booth has her doubts, and not just about the payout. All of the evidence suggests that the sisters might be committing fraud.
But when they have just started scratching the surface on the sordid past of the Levert family and the blood money that all of their wealth was founded upon, Monica goes missing. The police suspect that the heiresses are playing more games, and Eleanor isn't doing anything to make them think any different.
But how can she? If she says or does anything besides pass on the insurance money to the kidnappers, they'll kill Monica.
With a family history that runs deep and dark and a twisting plot where no one is exactly what they seem, Sarah Booth and Tinkie are the Levert sisters' best and only hope in Bones of a Feather, the latest in Carolyn Haines sparkling Southern mystery series.
About the Author
Carolyn Haines is the author of the Sarah Booth Delaney Mysteries, including Greedy Bones and Bone Appetit. She is the recipient of both the Harper Lee Distinguished Writing Award and the Richard Wright Award for Literary Excellence. Before writing fiction, she worked for several years as a journalist, and first visited the Delta, the setting for her mysteries, to do a newspaper story on Parchman State Prison. Born and raised in Mississippi, she now lives in Alabama on a farm with more dogs, cats, and horses than she can possibly keep track of.
Carolyn Haines is the USA Today bestselling author of over 80 novels in a number of genres, mostly mystery and crime. She is the author of the long-running Sarah Booth Delaney mystery series, the Pluto's Snitch paranormal-historical mystery series, and the Familiar Legacy romantic suspense series featuring Trouble the black cat detective. She is the recipient of the Alabama Library Association's Lifetime Achievement Award, Harper Lee Award for Distinguished Writing, the Richard Wright Award for Literary Excellence, and the Mississippi Writers Guild Lifetime Achievement Award. She is a former journalist, bartender, photographer, farmhand, and college professor and lives on a farm where she works with rescue cats, dogs, and horses.
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Graf Milieu, my fiancé, stands in the sunlight filtering through the sheers of the bedroom window. His dark hair hangs over one eye as he drinks a cup of coffee and watches over me.
"I love you, Sarah Booth Delaney," he says, and he means every word.
"Come here." I reach for him, light winking on the diamond of my engagement ring. My hands know the contours of his body, the curve of bicep and length of thigh. Male perfection. The bed is empty without him.
"Sleep, Sarah Booth."
"No, wait," I tell him. "Don't go. Come back to bed."
"Sleep," he orders. He smiles and fades as the dream recedes and I open my eyes to a sunny morning. Graf is gone, and I'm home in the middle of the Mississippi Delta at the height of summer. Even so early in the morning, the day is already hot.
I roll out of bed and pad barefoot down the stairs toward the kitchen and coffee. The dream has left me empty and dissatisfied.
Wandering the rooms of Dahlia House, I have an inkling of what it must be like to be Jitty. This old house, my family dwelling, the repository of my roots and history, is empty without the warm energy of my significant other, Graf Milieu. That handsome hunk of man drove away at the crack of dawn this morning, headed to the Memphis airport and a flight to Hollywood. He's taken the lead in a new thriller set in Louisiana. The good news is, once the location work starts, he'll be one state away. Close enough for some "us" time.
For now, though, I'm alone in Zinnia, Mississippi, land of my birth and place where my ancestors rest. Some easy, some not. A long list of repairs on my rambling home awaits my attention. For too long, Dahlia House has been neglected.
"Follow the yellow brick road!"
The voice comes from all around me. Jitty, the resident haint of Dahlia House, has arrived to badger me. I don't have to be psychic to know she's going to tell me I should have gone to Hollywood with Graf. I should have "stood by my man," even though I would only distract him from his work. Jitty, who dates back to pre–War Between the States times, has been singing this particular song since I returned home two years ago — unwed and unbred, as she loves to point out.
"Follow the yellow brick road," she says again.
"If you show up as a Munchkin, I'm going to kick you back to Oz," I warn Jitty.
I've miscalculated her most recent incarnation. Instead of striped socks and holding a lollipop, she appears in a puff of vile orange smoke. A black taffeta dress swirls around her slender body. When she stops spinning, I realize her lovely mocha skin is now a shade of pea green and a wart mars her nose.
"Click your heels together three times, pick up that fancy cell phone, and charge yourself a plane ticket to your man," Jitty orders.
"I'm already home." While I love Graf, I don't want to abandon Dahlia House or Mississippi. The last few weeks — spending time in my childhood home with Graf, riding horses, making love, making breakfast, laughing with my business partner, Tinkie Bellcase Richmond, and our friends and helpers in crime solving, Cece and Millie — have shown me that the pull of acting isn't stronger than these things. I want to act. I want to be with Graf in Hollywood. But I also want to be here, in Zinnia, with my horses, my hound, my friends, and my private investigating.
"Dorothy didn't necessarily want to go to The Emerald City," Jitty says darkly. "It was her destiny."
"It was a dream," I remind her.
"Perhaps. Perhaps not." Jitty can aggravate the hairs off a mole.
I surveyed her with a moue of distaste. "Why the Wicked Witch of the West? I figured you're more of a bubble kind of witch. Pink frothy gown, crystal wand — a better outfit to show off that twenty-four-inch waist."
"Elphaba suits my message."
"Message? You have a communication for me?" Jitty's job was to devil me and highlight the error of my ways, but for one brief second I thought perhaps my departed mother had something to tell me. "From whom?"
"Benjamin Disraeli, actually." Jitty was smug.
"You have got to be kidding. A nineteenth-century prime minister of England has a message for me?" Things were obviously getting out of hand in the Great Beyond.
"'Sweet is the voice of a sister in the season of sorrow,'" Jitty's tone resonated, but her image began to fade before she finished.
"Hey, you can't leave like that." I hated it when she tossed out a pearl and made me feel like a trampling swine because I didn't understand it. "Jitty! Jitty!" But she was gone.
Before I could try to track her down, the phone rang.
"Delaney Detective Agency," I answered, despite the fact it was up in the air if we were still in business after Tinkie's latest brush with death. Both her husband, Oscar, and Graf wanted us to shut down the agency. The men felt we put ourselves in the line of danger too often, a point that statistically couldn't be argued.
"Ms. Sarah Booth Delaney?" a cultured woman asked. "This is Monica Levert, of Briarcliff in Natchez. I'd like to hire you."
Instinctively I glanced around to make sure Graf wasn't listening in. He'd have a hissy fit if he thought I was taking a case not three hours after he had driven away. Such is life.
"What type of case?" I asked.
"My sister, Eleanor, and I inherited a necklace. A very valuable necklace. For the past several weeks someone has tried to break into our home. Three nights ago, they succeeded. The necklace was stolen. Now the insurance company is stalling about paying the value of our policy."
An insurance claim! No dead bodies. No murders. No guns. A simple insurance claim. "What's the value of the necklace?"
"It's been passed down in the Levert family for five generations. The jewels themselves are valuable, but it's the reputation of the jeweler that makes it even more so. We're afraid a thief won't realize that and will destroy the necklace to sell the rubies individually."
"The value is ...?"
"Four million dollars."
I'd grown up in a society where valuable jewels were commonplace. The belles of the Delta, women of exceptional beauty and charm, felt good jewelry was a birthright. But a necklace with this appraisal was extraordinary. No wonder the insurance company was balking.
"The police have verified the theft?"
"They have, but Langley Insurance is still stonewalling. My sister and I thought bringing in reputable private investigators to reevaluate the evidence might speed things up."
"I doubt that." I had to be honest.
"Would you at least speak with Mr. Nesbitt at the insurance company? He's aware of your reputation for honesty."
Nice to hear, but in the instance of a $4 million claim, I doubted the reputation of Delaney Detective Agency would matter a whit. But what did I have to lose? "Sure, if my partner agrees."
"Eleanor and I will await your phone call," Monica said.
It took less than a minute to clear the case with Tinkie, who not only agreed to take the Leverts' job offer but jumped in her Cadillac to head for Dahlia House. She loved Oscar, but their constant togetherness in the last weeks was driving her a little nuts.
We'd both gotten used to calling our own shots, a simpler situation for me. Tinkie had been reared in the fine tradition of a Daddy's Girl, a woman who accomplishes much through charm and the guise of acquiescence. Tinkie was about as pliable as a titanium rod, but she knew how to appear malleable. It just required a lot of effort to do so.
She roared down my drive like a bat out of hell and bounded out of her car on the heels of Chablis, her dustmop Yorkie terrier with the heart of a lion. Sweetie Pie, my noble red tic hound, greeted them with a tenor serenade. Ah, Placido, should you ever need a hound onstage, Sweetie's voice could make an audience weep!
"Have you called the Levert sisters back?" Tinkie asked, rushing up the steps.
I held out a hand to steady her. She wore three-inch stilettos and I feared she'd topple backward and break her neck. Her sundress put me in mind of the 1960s, complete with the cutest straw sun hat. Tinkie had excellent taste and the budget to indulge it.
"I thought I'd let you do the honors." I led her toward our office on the first floor of Dahlia House in what was formerly a parlor. Our décor was taupe filing cabinets and cheap furniture. Tinkie had insisted on, and paid for, the frosted-glass door that said Delaney Detective Agency. Classic noir. The only classy thing about our digs.
I gave her Monica's number and she put the phone on speaker and dialed.
Monica answered on the second ring.
"We're interested in the case," Tinkie said. "Our fee is two grand up front and a grand a day, plus any unexpected expenses."
"Can you start today?" Monica asked.
"You realize we'll investigate and write the report of whatever we find." Tinkie wanted to be clear no one was buying results.
"We wouldn't dream of anything else," Monica said. "Eleanor and I are distraught over the theft. Yes, the necklace has a monetary value, but it's part of our history. I'm sure you ladies can understand what that means."
She was stroking my weak spot. "Heritage," "tradition" — two words I understood down to the bone.
"Where would you like to meet?" Tinkie asked.
"The Excelsior Tea Room. At noon?"
"We'll be there," Tinkie agreed before she punched the disconnect button.
She sat on the edge of the desk. "A new case, Sarah Booth! Isn't it exciting?"
Oh, exciting wouldn't cover it when she told Oscar and I told Graf. Unless, of course, we could make the two-hour drive to Natchez, examine the evidence, come home, and write the report without anyone being the wiser. As my aunt Loulane would say, were she alive to say it, "Discretion is the better part of valor."
If we kept our mouths shut about the case, we'd spare Oscar and Graf needless worry. It could even be interpreted as an act of love.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blur of black and heard the soft rustle of taffeta. A breeze kicked up outside and I could have sworn I heard, "Beware, my pretty."
"Did you hear that?" I asked Tinkie.
She shook her head. "Let's hit the road. Maybe we can get back before dark."
Great minds think alike. I called in the dogs, grabbed my purse, and settled into the passenger seat of her new Caddy.
On the drive to Natchez, I'd used Tinkie's cute new laptop computer, complete with wireless Internet, to do some research on the Levert family. Monica and Eleanor were heiresses of an estate valued at close to $10 million, not counting the necklace and other jewels. While the assets were impressive, Briarcliff, their home, was expensive to maintain. And the Levert sisters were used to globe-trotting and the luxuries of life.
They lived in Natchez part of the year and also spent time in Monaco, Vienna, Tuscany, and Rio during the carnival season. It was just the two of them, with nothing to tie them down.
Tinkie crested a steep hill and pulled into a parking space on a brick-lined street. The Excelsior Tea Room was on the second floor of a downtown Natchez building that gave a view of the Mississippi River. Tinkie and I entered and scanned the room.
"Is that them?" Tinkie whispered, pinching the fat on my upper arm.
"Stop it!" I snatched my arm away, but my gaze never left the two women seated in a corner of the tearoom. Both had shoulder-length black hair layered in a casually elegant style called a gypsy shag in the 1970s. The cut didn't look dated in the least. Nor did the women, who had to be close to fifty but looked younger. One wore red, the other black. Mirror images. Identical twins.
They rose, waving us to their table. Introductions were made as we settled into our chairs. Monica was the dominant. She did most of the talking.
"It just makes me crazy that we tried to get the police to help us, but they wouldn't do a thing," Monica said. Her chocolate eyes were hot with indignation. "We reported the intruder the first two nights. Officers drove out, looked around, then said we should get a dog or one of those expensive alarm systems. I couldn't make them understand that a historic house has certain restrictions. I mean, we've ordered new windows, but it will take weeks. They have to be handmade to fit. It isn't just like calling out Sears for an installation."
"Start at the beginning," Tinkie requested.
"Do you know anything about our family history?" Monica asked.
"No." We'd agreed to let them tell it. It's always interesting to learn what a client reveals or hides.
"The family dynasty started with Barthelme Levert," Monica said.
Eleanor leaned forward and spoke quietly. "He was a blackguard and a scoundrel. Natchez society has never forgiven us for Barthelme's brutal ways."
"Posh." Monica waved her sister to silence. "They've never forgiven us for hanging on to our fortune during the Civil War, the Depression, and this latest economic downturn. Jealousy is a cruel prod, Sister. And it's only jealousy that makes the peahens so catty."
"Tell us about the necklace," Tinkie said.
"I can do better than that." Monica reached into her designer handbag and brought out a photograph. The rubies sparkled blood red against a gold satin background. Even I gasped, and Tinkie's finger traced the delicate craftsmanship of the exquisite necklace. The design made the rubies appear to capture the light and shoot it back in a million blades of red. I couldn't help but notice the ruby ring on Monica's hand as she extended the photo — another piece of exceptional craftsmanship.
"Wow," Tinkie said. "That's some necklace."
"Barthelme was a scoundrel, but he knew jewels and good work. The necklace was created by Rodney Implace, one of —"
"The finest jewelers in the mid to late eighteen hundreds," Tinkie finished. "His creations were sought after by the monarchs of Europe as well as the Rockefellers, Carnegies, Vanderbilts, and others. That ring is his, too."
"Exactly." Monica's smile revealed perfect teeth. I checked Eleanor's dental work. Also perfection. In fact, I couldn't see a flaw in complexion, figure, or hair, which was one of the top requirements for a Daddy's Girl — bad hair might be a dominant gene and wealthy men didn't favor offspring with frizz or limpness.
"So what happened the night the necklace was stolen?" I asked.
Monica picked up the story. "As I told you, for the previous two nights, Sister and I had seen someone on the grounds of Briarcliff."
"Can you describe the person?" I asked.
"Only generically. He was tall, broad-shouldered, wore dark clothing, and moved with extreme grace." The sisters shared a look. "We have a live-in gardener, Jerome Lolly. Though he was watching out for the intruder, he never saw a thing. The thief was like a phantom. I could only catch a glimpse here, a flit of movement there."
"Footprints?" I asked.
"The lawn is thick around the house. There was no trace to support our complaint. That's one reason the police never took us seriously."
"And Jerome Lolly saw nothing," Tinkie said.
"Not a thing." Eleanor's tone softened. "But he believed us. He's worked at Briarcliff for more than three decades and has run off a lot of curiosity seekers and treasure hunters. Briarcliff is a ... part of the local lore."
"We don't live there year round," Monica said. "When we're absent, the mice come out to play."
They were very feline women — elegant, graceful, and nobody's fools. "Has anything ever been stolen before?" I asked.
"Statuary from the gardens, furnishings in the gazebo or porches, tack from the old stables. Nothing of real value. I think the young people have scavenger hunts that require a tiny bit of Briarcliff."
Tinkie put us back on track. "So you saw an intruder two nights before the necklace was stolen."
"Exactly." Monica squared her shoulders. "The third evening, Sister and I took something to help us relax. We were exhausted from the past two sleepless nights. I guess we finally accepted the police's opinion, that the intruder was either a prankster or a figment of our overactive imaginations."
"You both saw him?" I wasn't clear on this point.
"Only me," Monica said. "By the time I roused Sister, he was gone."
"And the night the necklace was stolen," Tinkie said, "did you see or hear anything?"
"No. I'd taken the sleeping pill. I didn't wake up. And neither did Eleanor."
"How did the thief enter your home?" I asked.
"The front-parlor window. The latch was old." Monica bit her lip. "Briarcliff needs a complete overhaul. New windows are being built, as I mentioned. The police don't understand that these things take time."
Excerpted from "Bones of a Feather"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This was my first book of this series and I was shocked to realize that this was the 11th of these terrible tales! The heroine is so absolutely stupid, ridiculous and insipid that I wanted to shout obscenities at her the farther the book progressed. Totally unbelievable. Some authors make insipid and girly into funny (take Sookey Stackhouse for example) but this had absolutely no humorous saving grace anywhere in the entire book. And the random throwing in of the ghost that had nothing to do with the plot was gratuitous as a pandering to the paranormal craze. Sad that I wasted my time on this book!
This series is written by an amazing author! Ms. Haines not only has written the Sarah Booth Delaney series, she has written many "dark" stand alones. BONES OF A FEATHER is fun to read and made me laugh many times. The characters are well written as is the story line. If you like mystery, comesy and romance then this is a book and a series for you to read. Be sure to pick up THEM BONES if you ave not yet started the series, start from the beginning and you will be hooked.
This is a very fun, cozy mystery.Carolyn Haines has build an interesting world filled with Southern ladies ghosts and an old family falling into an evil situation.The story reads quickly and the characters are fun. Very good mystery.
I really enjoyed this book. I haven't read anything by this author before. I liked the setting of this book, a big old ancestral home in Natchez, MS.There were many plot twists with bad guys being good and good guys ending up being really bad.I hope to read the first one in the series now so that I can find out the beginnings of the characters and their involvement with their detective agency.
Bones of a Feather is part of a series of books by Carolyn Haines featuring private investigator Sarah Booth Delaney. It is the eleventh book in the series. As usual, I have not read any of the other books in the series. However, Haines writes the books so that a reader can pick up any one of them and not get lost. Bones of a Feather provides enough identifying information about the recurring characters and situations that I was able to follow along with little difficulty.I knew walking into this novel what it was - a mass market mystery story catering to women - and it delivered on every point. Much of it was silly - too many descriptions of outfits and how that sexy bad boy makes you feel. The characters weren't particularly well developed, but I'm willing to believe that they would have seemed more three-dimensional had I been reading the series from the beginning.The one detail that was just to bizarre to overlook was Sarah Booth Delaney's personal ghost friend, Jitty. Apparently, Jitty haunts Delaney's old plantation home, but can also wander around and follow Delaney to other towns and appear in hotel rooms, on hoods of cars, etc. Oh, and Sarah Booth is the only one who can see Jitty. And Jitty's main objective seems to center around convincing Sarah Booth to get married and have a baby. It's just all very strange, but perhaps makes more sense in the context of the series.Either way, this is definitely a book to read for plot, not characters. The mystery was fun, spooky, and fast-paced. It kept me guessing, though I am notoriously bad at predicting what will happen in thrillers and mysteries. The overall mood of the book was Southern Gothic - with ransom notes, mysterious phantom horses, secret passageways and ghost stories.Bones of a Feather is fun to read if you enjoy this type of book. I do, from time to time, so I was content with it. I'm still not really sure what the title has to do with anything, though...
Another fun entry in the Sarah Booth Delaney mystery series. This one, set in Natchez, has Sarah Booth and TInkie hot on the heels of a kidnapper. The ladies, and their dogs, go from one crisis to another, all with plenty of cocktails and a few good looking men to keep things interesting. These books are always fun!
Fun, entertaining read! For someone looking for a more light-hearted than intense mystery, this series is just right. I haven't read all the other books in the series yet, but I've added them to my list. The characters are well-drawn, the plot tight, and there is enough humor for a very enjoyable, quick read.
I'm reasonably new here, and this is the first book I received through the LibraryThing "Early Reviewer" program.Bones of a Feather is the newest addition to a series of mystery novels set in the South. It's part of the subgenre of amateur investigators, with the addition that the protagonist (Sarah Booth Delaney) has set up a formal detective agency with her friend, Tinkie. Many of the characters are traditional Southern Belles, with some riffs on class prejudice, riches, and entitlement. Sarah also has her own personal "haint," Jiffy, who seems to be an ancestor's ghost only she can see. Jiffy pops up several times during the story to deliver arcane pronouncements of danger (along with exhortations to produce an heir to the Delaney family), but that was the only part where supernatural elements really affected the story.Coming in to the middle of a series can always be difficult because many characters have "backstory" which must be explained. There were a few bumps in the narrative as I tried to figure out why someone had a special contact or ability, but generally I was able to muddle through.I thought the mystery itself was a bit contrived and unrealistic (based mostly on how well another character can act to fool Sarah and her friends), but the characterization was strong and enjoyable. A few passages made me laugh out loud, and it was enjoyable to see references to the "War of Northern Aggression." (That's not a common phrase to those of us on the West Coast!) There were some moments of serious tension near the end, and some pieces of romantic attraction.Overall, an enjoyable way to spend a few hours. I don't have a crushing desire to track down earlier books in this series (my reading stack is already too high!), but I may pick one or two up at the library or used-book store.
Oh, how I love this series!! Sarah Booth and Tinkie are some of my favorite ladies in the book world. Smart, funny, resourceful and feisty. They take on the stolen insurance case for the Leverts even though they've promised their significant others that they will be more careful with their cases. It seems innocuous enough at the beginning, but everything begins to escalate with the abduction of one of the sisters. There is a serious Gothic texture to this, the eleventh outing for Sarah Booth and Tinkie. I love Southern humor, Southern mystery and Southern Gothic. BONES OF A FEATHER has all three to the nth degree!! BONES OF A FEATHER comes out on 21 June, do yourself a favor and buy this fine addition to the series. Five sparkly Southern diamonds......
Being a fan of light hearted mystery, I was very excited to get this book. When I requested it through LibraryThing's Early Reviewers program, I didn't realize it was part of a long series so I hadn't read any prior books by Carolyn Haines. With that being said, after completing this book I have already gone back and ordered several of the earlier books.Bones of a Feather is 11th in the Sarah Booth Delaney series taking Sarah Booth and her partner, Tinkie, to Natchez, Mississippi to help two eccentric women - sisters - investigate the disappearance of an heirloom ruby necklace worth 4 million dollars. What begins as a simple investigation for an insurance claim quickly turns into a southern spun tale of family secrets, love affairs, crime, and eventually murder.As I mentioned, I came into the series with this book and the author does a fantastic job of giving enough background for each character to help the reader understand, yet not too much that would annoy a reader that is returning to this series.I would certainly recommend this series to any fan of light hearted mystery!! While light and fun, I was guessing to the very end!! Very well written and now an addition to my mystery shelves!!
After some dangerously close calls in the past, PI Sarah Booth Delaney vows to only take simple cases. When Monica and Eleanor Levert ask for her help in collecting insurance money for a stolen necklace worth four million dollars, Sarah Booth thinks this is just the easy type of case she¿s been looking for. But Sarah Booth and her partner Tinkie Bellcase Richmond soon discover that nothing about this case is easy, including the fact that no one and nothing involved with the Leverts is what it seems to be. Even with the help of Jitty, the resident haint of Dahlia house, Sarah Booth will have a tough time solving this case.¿Bones of a Feather¿ is a nicely done mystery ¿ the eleventh book in Carolyn Haines Sarah Booth Delaney mystery series. There are several things that make this book so much fun to read. The first are the characters including Sarah, Tinkie, their friend Cece, Jitty (who loves appearing as movie and TV characters), and even their dogs Sweetie and Chablis. The Levert family and friends are as multi-dimensional as Sarah Booth and friends ¿ but far more complex. Adding to the richness of the book is the whole southern atmosphere ¿ the book takes place in a world where people name their houses and the rich live in the lifestyle they¿ve become accustomed to (even if they are no longer rich). Class, upbringing, and social standing all play an important role in this book. The final thing that makes this book so much fun to read is the mystery itself. The plot is complex and intricately written. It is not quite perfect ¿ some events could only happen in a mystery novel (and how I wish I could see what certain characters did while Sarah Booth was out of sight) and one particular plot line was so obvious I had a hard time believing Sarah Booth and Tinkie fell for it for even a second. Still, for the most part the writing and plot is tight with so many twists and turns that just when you thought the mystery was solved something would happen to take it in a whole new direction. There is a real sense of danger throughout the book, especially towards the end, that pulled me right into the story and kept me on the edge of my seat as I kept reading to see what would happen next.¿Bones of a Feather¿ is a nicely done mystery with a touch of everything including a mysterious horse and rider, would be Nashville singing stars, romance, murder (or is it?), kidnapping, theft, complicated family ties, and even a helpful ghost.
I must admit that I didn't care for the first book in this series and hadn't read any of the books following it. Frankly, I hadn't realized that this in that series when I requested it for Early Reviewers. I was pleasantly surprised -- I liked it. The plot was complex for a cosy, i could really see the characters, and I liked the dogs. I'm not sure what the ghost adds., but that's a minor quibble.
I do believe that it is a awesome book for thosebwho wnt to read it please do it is very good
I absolutely love what Carolyn Haines has done with this series. You get attached to the charavters and the lives they lead. I will continue to follow Sarah Booth and friends as long as Ms. Haines continues to bring her to life!!! Thank you!
I'm hooked. I've read all the "Bones" books, and feel like the main characters are family. This is a good exciting mystery, and a fun read.
i have read all the books in this series and will continue. fun light reading
Bones of a Feather is full of twists and turns. I couldn't figure them all out until almost the end. Great book. Can't wait for the next one in the series.