In this 7th delightful culinary mystery from Joanne Pence, dilettante chef Angie Amalfi gets entangled with a group of UFO–chasers and government conspiracy nuts, while trying to get her new business off the ground.
Always thinking of new and better business ideas, culinary queen Angie Amalfi is sure she's got a winner with "Fantasy Dinners," one–of–a–kind thematic feasts specifically created to suit a client's unique tastes. Unfortunately no one's biting except the Prometheus Group, a crackpot cadre of UFO–chasers and conspiracy geeks. Still, even a wacko customer's better than none, and designing an otherworldly repast should keep Angie busy while her overworked policeman beau Paavo investigates a series of bizarre murders.
But the more time she spends dealing with these alien abduction enthusiasts, the more Angie believes that maybe there is some kind of conspiracy afoot and that the Prometheans and Paavo's cases are somehow connected––which is inspiring just the kind of unhealthy curiosity that could end up launching Angie out of this world...for good!
|Series:||Angie Amalfi Series , #7|
|Product dimensions:||4.18(w) x 6.75(h) x 0.88(d)|
About the Author
Joanne Pence was born and raised in San Francisco. A graduate of U.C. Berkeley with a master's degree in journalism, Joanne has taught school in Japan, written for magazines, and worked for the federal government. She now lives in Idaho with her family, which includes a multitude of pets.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The reading capture in this one was so consistently smooth I forgot my habit of remembering exactly what grabbed my lapels and jerked me into the book. I wasn¿t grabbed or jerked I was just there, and there, and there. Period. This is good! Angie¿s backbone and skeptical criticism seemed to have kicked in with this 7th book. Given the fact that previous plots have pushed her through buying into preacher cons, flitting through gothic mansions with ghosts & gurus, dancing with a sour serial killer, food fighting through bubble-popping movie star veneers (oops, that plot was in # 11), etc., Angie¿s no longer the wide-eyed, endearing puppy, warming entertainingly to every out-of-the-park scenario. This time, she¿s scrunching her nose and darkening her judgments of the collection of ¿odd balls,¿ as she silently terms them, at a meeting of UFO scientists. As much as I cherish Angie¿s spirited gullibility, I enjoy her maturing skepticism even more. One of the most endearing, lighthearted male bonding scenes occurred in this novel, between Yosh and Paavo. Their exchange of shared angst, resulting in mutual confirmation that the loves of their lives were indeed still in love with them, was as real and warm as I¿ve read anywhere. The scene was played very much as it should unfold between two males such as these. Loved it. You won¿t want to miss it. Another ¿not to miss¿ in this offering Pence doing an about face to stand up and cheer for in one of her characterizations. Instead of having this guy gradually gain in stature and personality intensity after she etched his caricature, he stepped into the plot hot, strong, heart-stopping, and eye-popping then he deteriorated in seamless increments as Angie¿s new titanium backbone took no flack whatsoever from him. Loved it! What also interested me was that this theme of The Millenium change¿s craving of info on the strange and unusual, which was so prevalent when this novel was released, is more interesting to me now, in retrospect, that it would have been then, in 2000.