Murder on Memory Lake

Murder on Memory Lake

by J.D. Griffo

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Overview

For Alberta Scaglione, her golden years are turning out much more differently than she expected—and much more deadly . . .
 
Alberta Scaglione’ s spinster aunt had some secrets—like the fortune she squirreled away and a secret lake house in Tranquility, New Jersey. More surprising: she’s left it all to Alberta. Alberta, a widow, is no spring chicken and she’s gotten used to disappointment. So having a beautiful view, surrounded by hydrangeas, honeysuckle, and her cat, Lola, sounds blissful after years of yelling and bickering and cooking countless lasagnas.
 
But Tranquility isn’t as peaceful as it sounds. There’s a body in the water—and it belongs to Alberta’s childhood nemesis. Alberta suspects foul play and when Alberta’s estranged granddaughter, an aspiring crime reporter, shows up, it only makes sense for them to team up and investigate . . .
 
Includes Italian recipes from Alberta’s kitchen!

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781496713940
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 07/31/2018
Series: Ferrara Family Mystery Series , #1
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 171,221
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)

About the Author

J.D. Griffo is an award-winning writer and a graduate of New York University. He has studied at Playwrights Horizons and Gotham Writers Workshop, and has written several screenplays.

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CHAPTER 1

Alberta

Finchè c'e vita c'è speranza.

There's an old Italian saying — Finchè c'è vita c'é speranza — that translates to Where there's life, there's hope.

It's a sweet, optimistic thought, one that is memorized by Italians of all ages, stored in the back of the brain, and forgotten until the difficult times arrive. Then when life becomes unbearable, when the rug, the flooring, and the earth itself, are ripped from underfoot, when the view below is all jagged rocks and open flames, it's recited as if its words contained magic.

Being an old Italian lady, Alberta knew that old Italian saying by heart. She heard her mother say it defiantly while tears gathered in her eyes, she overheard her grandmother say it to even older relatives as they simultaneously made the sign of the cross, she even heard her father mumble it once when he thought he was alone. Throughout her lifetime she had uttered it herself, more often than she could remember, each time believing with a little less fervor that its miracle properties existed. Because, unfortunately, when disappointment is the constant companion of hope, it becomes hard to believe in the power of words, even those words that are handed down from generation to generation.

After one too many disappointments, disillusion replaced faith and Alberta had to accept the hard truth that the comfort those words were supposed to bring was never going to arrive. The gift of hope, the joy of a better tomorrow, was not going to be handed to her in a beautifully wrapped package with a shiny bow. Her mother, her grandmother, even her father, who knew everything about everything, were wrong, and that well-worn saying was nothing more than pio desiderio — wishful thinking. Or more bluntly, a waste of time.

"I'd rather believe in the power of a good lasagna," Alberta would say, "than some pazzo string of words that mean nothing."

This realization struck Alberta early on in her life, in her mid-twenties, when she was a wife and mother and the world around her should have been filled with joy and wonder, when the future should have invoked feelings of curiosity instead of apathy, and the past should have made her smile instead of question her choices. But even though it was a devastating turning point, Alberta was grateful for the strength to understand the truth. Had she ignored this knowledge and kept on repeating the words Finchè c'è vita c'è speranza, it would have been like reciting the rosary without believing in prayer. So instead of deceiving her soul, Alberta decided to live her life without having any expectations.

Knowing her change of heart would be met with disapproval and pity, she kept her plan of action to herself. And her silence served her well. Day after day she toiled on in private, pushing forward, but not expecting to arrive at a place superior to the one from where she began. Surprisingly, most days were fine. Some were better than others, some were harder, just like the days experienced by everyone else around her, even those who clung to the old saying with desperate, greedy hands. The only difference was that she saw how the hopeful were constantly dejected when their lives never changed and was thankful that she didn't allow blind faith to lay heavy on her chest like an invited albatross.

Most days she had even forgotten that she had chosen to live a life devoid of hope and carried on with the chores of the living as if it were business as usual. Moments arrived, memories faded, anniversaries flew by all on their own volition without Alberta's permission or involvement. Sometimes she felt as if she were living someone else's life and fulfilling someone else's destiny, and on the rare occasions when she stopped to think about her own life's possibilities, she felt powerless to change what she considered to be inevitable. So, when those thoughts came into her head, she rolled her eyes and did something practical, like try, for the umpteenth time, to perfect one of her grandmother's recipes.

Then one day a few weeks before her sixty-fourth birthday, when Alberta was no longer a wife, but a widow, and long after her children needed a mother to survive, something quite unexpected happened — the gift of hope that decades earlier Alberta dismissed as nothing more than pio desiderio, as unhealthy and wasteful fantasy, finally arrived. Not on the wings of an angel, but the heels of a hearse.

At eighty-eight years old and as a nine-year resident of the Sisters of Mercy nursing home, Carmela's death wasn't unexpected, but it still caught Alberta by surprise because she thought her aunt should've died a long time ago and was surprised she had hung on for so long.

To say that Carmela was no longer engaged in life was an understatement. For the past five years she hadn't spoken a word, nor had she been able to take care of her basic bodily functions. She was being held a prisoner on earth by her own stubbornness. She slept her days away or stared out the window at the world she was no longer a part of, and during each visit Alberta couldn't understand why this woman clung on to a life she no longer was living.

"Just go already," Alberta would whisper in Carmela's ear when it was just the two of them in the room. "There is nothing left for you here, so just die for Crise sake."

If anyone overheard Alberta they would have labeled her a cruel, evil woman, but quite the opposite was true. Alberta loved her Aunt Carmela and thought she was the most courageous woman she knew, who had lived a long, if not necessarily fulfilling, life and was now doing nothing more than taking up space. A cruel thought, perhaps, but a realistic one nonetheless.

When the shock of Aunt Carmela's death wore off, Alberta hoped her words and the compassion behind them in some way helped her aunt decide it was time to stop fighting the inevitable. The only thing that shocked her more than hearing the news about her aunt's death was receiving a call from Giancarlo Mastrantonio, Jr.

"Is this Alberta Ferrara Scaglione?"

The voice on the other end of the call sounded as if it belonged to someone who had a minor role in The Godfather, so Alberta was immediately suspicious. It could either be a long-lost relative or some duplicitous scam artist/telemarketer, and she didn't know which was worse.

"Who's asking?"

"This is Giancarlo Mastrantonio, Jr."

The caller announced his name with such confidence, a proclamation of sorts, as if the mere mention of it should impress the listener, or at least instill a sense of recognition. It did neither.

"Who?" Alberta replied, not even trying to conceal her annoyance.

"Giancarlo Mastrantonio, Jr.," he repeated. "Esquire."

"Ah, Madon!" Alberta swore. "I am done talking with lawyers. My husband didn't leave me any money, so go find yourself another patsy!"

A minute after she hung up the phone it rang again, and before she could tell Mr. Mastrantonio, Jr., exactly how she felt about lawyers and exactly what he could do with his slimy law degree, he said six words that changed her life forever.

"You're inna your Aunt Carmela's will."

"What?"

"You know yourra Aunt Carmela ... yourra father's sister ... she, uh, she passed away," Giancarlo said delicately, as he wasn't sure if he was conveying previously unheard news.

"Of course I know my aunt died!" Alberta shouted. "Who do you think picked out the dress she was buried in? It was her favorite, she wore it to my son Rocco's wedding."

"Oh, that was a very pretty dress," Giancarlo replied. "The yellow was a ... how do you say ... a flattering color."

"It made her look sallow!" she bellowed, then softened a bit when a memory returned. "But she loved the color and didn't care less what anyone thought, so I figured it would be perfect."

"I think you made a ... bene choice, molto bene."

"Yeah? Well, not everybody thought it was a good choice," Alberta replied. "My sister, Helen, thought it made her look Asian, which I told her it absolutely did not, but you know my sister, she always has to be right even when she's wrong. Wait a minute? What do you mean, I'm in Carmela's will? My aunt didn't have a will, she didn't have anything."

Then Giancarlo informed Alberta of how wrong she was about her aunt, and Alberta realized how very little she knew about the woman.

"She had how much money?!"

Alberta screamed so loudly that Giancarlo, who was wearing hearing aids, had to pull the phone away from his ear and let the high-pitched ringing noise subside before answering the question.

"I canna explain to you everything atta the reading of the will, but assa I said to you, it's a substantial sum of money," Giancarlo started. "Plussa, you have the house."

"What house?!"

Again Giancarlo let the ringing subside, while on the other end of the line Alberta paced her kitchen as far as the phone cord would allow her to.

"The lake house," Giancarlo said. "It's a so pretty, you gonna love it."

When Alberta hung up the phone, she thought she dreamed it all. She chalked it up to stress and didn't believe a word Giancarlo had said until she found herself a few days later sitting in his office in a black leather club chair that looked like it was more expensive than every piece of furniture she ever bought in her life. Giancarlo did look like an extra from The Godfather, but thankfully one who was on the good side of Don Corleone. Although Giancarlo had sounded much older than Alberta on the phone, in person he looked about forty years old.

This one must've been born on the boat coming over, Alberta thought. Then she looked around the office and added, However he got to this country, He's doing a lot better than me.

His office looked like one of those dens she saw in old movies. The walls were lined with bookshelves, stocked with rows of thick books that she couldn't imagine one person having enough time to ever read. There was an abstract painting on the wall that looked like someone splattered black and red paint on a canvas and decided to call it art, and a rug that could have been designed by the same artist covered almost the entire office floor. Alberta didn't like the decor but figured she'd have to budget for a year in order to afford the cheapest item in the room.

When Giancarlo spoke he sounded more like a longshoreman than a lawyer, and it took her a few minutes to focus on what he was telling her. But when she did, she realized that her Aunt Carmela was a stranger to her.

"So, if I understand what you're telling me, and you're not BS'ing me," Alberta started. "My Aunt Carmela left me everything."

"That is correct."

Perplexed, Alberta replied, "Why would she leave everything to me?"

"I'm a so glad you asked that, Mrs. Scaglione," Giancarlo said.

"Please call me Alberta."

"Ofa course, Mrs. Alberta," Giancarlo said, not quite understanding the request. He then picked up a manila envelope that was lying on his desk and opened it up with a letter opener that was so sharp Alberta thought it could double as a carving knife.

"These are your aunt's own words that she wrote down justa before she went to live at Sisters of Mercy," he explained. "I, Carmela Rosanna Ferrara, am the black sheep of my family not because I ever did anything wrong, but because I was never married and don't have any children."

"That's very true," Alberta interjected. "My father could never understand that, it broke his heart that she was a spinster. And every time he said that word he whispered it like it was a venereal disease or something French, like he was embarrassed to say the word out loud."

"Ah yes, well," Giancarlo said. "May I ... a ... go on?"

"Please, nobody's stopping you."

Clearing his throat, Giancarlo continued reading the letter. "But after I die and everybody learns the truth of what I have, I know all my relatives are going to come crawling out of the woodwork to try to get a piece of my estate. Over my dead body! That's the last thing that I want to have happen. To prevent that, I am putting in writing that everything that I have goes to one person. Drumroll please."

Giancarlo stopped reading and looked up at Alberta. "I don't have-a any drums, sorry."

"Not a worry," Alberta replied. "The drums are rolling in my head."

"I leave all my worldly possessions and all my money to my niece, Alberta."

So that explains it. Sort of.

"But why? Why did she single me out?" Alberta asked. "Don't get me wrong, I loved my Aunt Carmela, but we all did — well, maybe not everybody, my brother Anthony didn't like her for some reason, something about her perfume smelling like Lysol — but nobody out-and-out hated her. Why would she just leave everything to me?"

At this question, Giancarlo's eyes widened and he threw his hands up in the air. "I asked her the same-a question when she told me of her decision," Giancarlo said. "I said to her, I said, Carmela, what makes thisa Alberta so speciale, I said."

"Really?" Alberta asked, suddenly insulted by this stranger. "You asked her that?"

"Yes, because as her lawyer, that'sa my job," he replied. "And all she woulda say is thata Alberta woulda understand why."

Wrong. Alberta didn't understand at all. But even though she didn't understand her aunt's motives, she did understand that she was now an incredibly wealthy woman.

"So, she left me all her money ..."

"Almost three million dollars, plus her stock options."

"Oh, yes, of course, the stock options, wouldn't want to forget about those," Alberta quipped. "And her lake house that nobody ever knew she had."

"Oh, and there'sa one more thing," Giancarlo said.

"There's more?"

"You can't give away any of the money for at least two years," he instructed. "Carmela wanted that part in writing because she said your natural inclination woulda be to give the money away and not spend it on yourself."

Alberta laughed out loud. "My aunt knew me like the back of her wrinkled hand, and I didn't know a thing about her."

"Your aunt, she was a very private person."

"You're telling me! I didn't think she had a dime to her name!" Alberta cried. "Not for nothing but until she moved into the nursing home she lived with my father her whole life in an apartment in an old brownstone in Hoboken over a luncheonette, and she never told anybody she had a house of her own."

"She didn't want anyone to know," Giancarlo explained. "It was her own private ... ah, how do you say? Refuge."

Alberta turned away from the lawyer because she had the sudden urge to cry and she didn't think it was proper to cry in such a masculine setting. She wasn't holding back tears because she thought it sad that her aunt kept such a huge secret or because she needed a home of her own to seek refuge and to escape her family, Alberta was holding back tears because she knew exactly how her aunt had felt.

"So where is this house?" Alberta asked.

"On Memory Lake."

"Where the hell is that?"

"In a little town in New Jersey called ... uh ... Tranquility. Such a pretty name for a town."

A very pretty name and, thankfully, to Alberta, a very memorable one. Located a little more than an hour northwest of Hoboken, which was where her ancestors emigrated to after leaving Sicily for a better life in America, Tranquility was the exact opposite of the Mile Square City. While Hoboken was a dirty, boisterous, crowded city, Tranquility was a clean, quiet, sparsely populated lakeside community. It was also where her entire family would spend two glorious weeks every summer.

"We used to vacation up there!" Alberta exclaimed. "The whole family and all our friends, two weeks every summer around the Fourth of July."

"Carmela told me ... she didn't write this part down, but she told me ... that it was her favorite place on earth."

"And that's the name of the lake?"

"Yes, Memory Lake," Giancarlo confirmed. "You don't remember that?"

"No," Alberta answered. "We always called it the Big Lake because, well it's huge. If your cabin was on the other side of the lake you might as well be living in New York."

Alberta shook her head in disbelief. Interesting that she couldn't remember the Lake's name was Memory Lake, and even more interesting that the memory of her Aunt Carmela would be forever changed thanks to this life-altering revelation. She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear what Giancarlo said to her, but only saw him waving a set of keys in front of her eyes.

"It'sa your new home."

And that's exactly where Alberta was when her life changed yet again.

(Continues…)


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Table of Contents

MURDER ON MEMORY LAKE,
Title Page,
Copyright Page,
Dedication,
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS,
CHAPTER 1 - Alberta - Finchè c'e vita c'è speranza.,
CHAPTER 2 - Jinx - In bocca al lupo.,
CHAPTER 3 - Alberta & Jinx - Loda il mare e tienti alla terra.,
CHAPTER 4 - Il cuor non spaglia.,
CHAPTER 5 - Il frutto cade non lontano dall'albero.,
CHAPTER 6 - Non tutte le ciambelle riescono col buco.,
CHAPTER 7 - Cattivo tre fa frutti cattivi.,
CHAPTER 8 - Belle parole non pascono il gatto.,
CHAPTER 9 - Chi ha nome, ha robe.,
CHAPTER 10 - Oro è che oro vale.,
CHAPTER 11 - Ogni cuffia è buone por le natte.,
CHAPTER 12 - I frutti proibiti sono I più dolci.,
CHAPTER 13 - Aiutati che Dio ti aiuta.,
CHAPTER 14 - A cane scottato l'acqua fredda pare calda.,
CHAPTER 15 - Non guardare a caval donato in bocca.,
CHAPTER 16 - Il blu è il colore più solitario,
CHAPTER 17 - Mammone.,
CHAPTER 18 - Calme acque sono profonde.,
CHAPTER 19 - Danari fanno danari.,
CHAPTER 20 - Chi cerca mal, mal trova.,
CHAPTER 21 - L'invidia prende non festive.,
CHAPTER 22 - Non ha il dolce a caro, chi provato non ha l'amaro.,
CHAPTER 23 - Crepi il lupo.,
CHAPTER 24 - Non avere peli sulla lingua.,
EPILOGUE - Finché c'è vita c'è speranza.,
RECIPES from the Ferrara Family Kitchen,

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Murder on Memory Lake 3.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
CozyOnUp More than 1 year ago
Alberta Scaglione is a single grandmother who finds herself the sole heir of her recently deceased aunt who kept some secrets about her wealth. Moving into her aunt’s house on the lake, Alberta settles in and learns how to relax on the deck as she watches the sun set on the lake...until one day she finds the body of her long time nemesis, Lucy. Only Alberta realizes that Lucy must have been murdered. Nemesis or not, Alberta’s newly returned granddaughter talks her into solving the murder. With the help of Alberta’s sister and sister in law, the four women begin their sleuthing. As is typical in an Italian family from Jersey, everyone seems to be connected and this story is no different. Being a Jersey gal myself, I really enjoyed the dynamics among the women. As the first book in a new series, I can’t wait to see the author develop the characters further and see what they get themselves into next.
Shelly9677 More than 1 year ago
If you enjoy cozy mysteries with an older protagonist, a cast of Italian characters and more quirkiness than suspense then you will enjoy Murder on Memory Lake. I found difficult to connect with cast of characters at times, but I enjoyed the mysterious elements woven into the story-line as well as the beautiful descriptions of Memory Lake.
GratefulGrandma 12 months ago
This is the first book in a new series and what a start it was. I loved this loud, boisterous, sassy Italian family. When Alberta Scaglione's spinster aunt dies, she leaves her niece her lake house and money in Tranquility, NJ. Alberta is a widow and her children are grown, so she's happy to start a new phase of her life. Moving to the house on Memory Lake Alberta expected to have a nice peaceful place to retire but what she didn’t expect was to walk out and see a body floating in the lake. Just as the local law arrives so does Alberta’s granddaughter, Jinx. Jinx is a reporter and when she pitches an investigation to her boss, he shuts her down. Alberta and Jinx decide they will work together to solve the mystery of who killed Lucy Agostino, Alberta's childhood nemesis. This is a fun cozy mystery story. With the big Italian family, quirky characters (one of her sisters is a nun who left the convent) and the small town atmosphere, I wanted to head off to Tranquility to meet up with them all. Alberta and Jinx, the two main characters, bicker with each other as well as other characters, while loving each other unconditionally. Alberta is intelligent and feisty while Jinx is a capable reporter and amateur sleuth. As the story unfolds there are a few suspects, some red herrings, some twists and turns that left me guessing. This book had a lot of character building, so the mystery sometimes seemed to take a back seat to the craziness of the family, but that was okay, because I enjoyed the quirkiness. The final reveal was not on my radar and was a bit out there, but it fit with the rest of the story. I listened to this book and my only complaint was the Italian phrase at the opening to each chapter. I did not know what the phrases meant and it was not translated in the story. The narrator did a great job with the various voices, especially the Italian voices. I felt like I was right there listening to the characters. Overall I enjoyed this book and am looking forward to my next visit with The Ferrara Family.
JuliW More than 1 year ago
When Alberta Scaglione's spinster aunt dies, she leaves her niece her lake house and money in Tranquility, NJ. Alberta is a widow now and her children are grown, so she's happy to start a new phase of her life. Her peaceful prospects are interrupted, however, when the dead body of her childhood nemesis, Lucy Agostino, is found floating in the lake. Alberta teams up with her granddaughter, Gina -- known as Jinx -- to investigate who killed Lucy. I enjoyed this cozy mystery with its Italian flavor. Alberta and Jinx bicker with each other as well as other characters, as Italian families and friends will do while loving each other unconditionally. Alberta is intelligent and feisty. And Jinx is a capable reporter and amateur sleuth. The mystery was interesting with plenty of suspects and some twists. There are some yummy recipes (two kinds of cookies and meatballs & gravy!) at the end of the book too! That is always a plus! This is a nice start to a new cozy series, the Ferrara Family Mysteries. A second book in the series, Murder in Tranquility Park will come out in March 2019. I will definitely keep reading this series. It has a nice mix of humor and mystery! **I voluntarily read a review copy of this book from Kensington via NetGalley. All opinions expressed are entirely my own.**
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts Most of us hope we have a long lost relative that will leave us a fortune. Well, Alberta Scaglione thought she knew her aunt quite well, but was totally surprised to find she had quite a nest egg and a house on the lake in Tranquility, New Jersey. Even more surprising was she left it all to Alberta. Alberta and her cat quickly moved to the house on Memory Lake. The view was idyllic until it was marred by a dead body in the lake. The dead body of someone she knows. Alberta’s relationship with her daughter has always been strained. Her daughter and her family moved to Florida several years ago and have never come back, even for a visit, so Alberta is thrilled when her granddaughter accepts a job nearby as a journalist. Her dream is to be a hard news crime reporter so she jumps at the chance to team up with her grandmother on a little murder investigation of their own. But will they take it a step too far and put themselves in danger?? Our protagonist is an Italian grandmother and she doesn’t let her age get in the way of doing what she wants. Alberta and her granddaughter Jinx take on a lot to solve this murder mystery. Alberta knew it was murder way before the police did, she even had to point out the clues to her old friend, Chief Vinny D’Angelo. To get close to her suspects and to get information Alberta takes a job where the victim worked. She and Jinx come up with some zany ideas. They even get Alberta’s sister, a former nun, and sister-in-law, who they like much more than their brother, involved in their plans. This is a wonderful group of core characters. They have depth but the author has left them plenty of room to grow as the series continues. Mr. Griffo has written an elaborate mystery with twists and turns and a unique motive. Several characters seem to have had means and opportunity but the motive seems to be the same. Watching the ladies try to figure out the victim’s “collection” was so enjoyable and at times really funny and sometimes scary. I liked that they sometimes split up or worked in pairs to do their inquiries and they met around the kitchen table to share their findings and theories. Like any Italian family food and drink was also involved, but Jinx trying to make Alberta’s recipes more health conscious was an epic fail Sometimes their ideas were pretty out there. I had zeroed in on the killer just before Alberta but the way the ending played out was very exciting. I liked the bits of Italian we learn throughout the story. The dialogue ran true and always had a nice flow. Tranquility, New Jersey sounds like a really nice place to vacay. I sure enjoyed my first visit.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Murder on Memory Lake by J.D. Griffo is the debut of The Ferrara Family Mystery series. Alberta Scaglione is surprised when she learns her recently deceased aunt, Carmela had an estate and left it entirely to her. It turns out that Carmela kept some secrets which included a lake house in Tranquility, New Jersey and a large amount of money. The only caveat is that she cannot give away any of the money (i.e.—to her greedy relatives) for two years (she knew her niece well). Alberta’s family used to vacation in Tranquility for two weeks every summer. One morning, Alberta is sitting on the porch of her new home enjoying the view of the lake with her cat, Lola when she spots a dead body. The victim is Alberta’s old high school nemesis, Lucy Agnostino. While Chief Vinny D’Angelo is ready to declare it an accidental drowning, Alberta states it is murder and she can prove it. Alberta’s granddaughter and local journalist, Jinx arrives during the hubbub for their weekly breakfast. It turns out that the victim was murdered, and Alberta intends to track down the killer. Jinx wants to prove her worth to her boss, so she teams up with Alberta to unravel the whodunit. They get help from Helen, Alberta’s sister (and former nun) along with their former sister-in-law, Joyce (they actually prefer her to their brother). These four ladies use their wits and connections to crack the case. Murder on Memory Lake is a quirky cozy mystery filled with larger-than-life characters. Alberta is a widow of Italian descent living in New Jersey and frequently uses Italian words and phrases. Helen is a former nun, Joyce is their former sister-in-law, and Jinx (aka Gina) is Alberta’s granddaughter who just moved back to New Jersey. Each woman has a different skill or knowledge which aids them in solving the case. Their diverse personalities does lead to frequent disagreements. There are numerous characters introduced throughout the story. It seems that many of Alberta’s former classmates have relocated to Tranquility (what a coincidence). I wish the author had taken the time to flesh out Alberta’s character. She feels like a caricature. The Italian phrases and words that she throws into conversations quickly became annoying and they are not always explained/translated. I thought the author was overly wordy which led to a slower pace (a little rewriting would have made a difference). The dialogue (except for the Italian bits) was realistic and fits with the characters. The point-of-view switches between Alberta and Jinx providing two distinct perspectives. The ladies investigate the mystery in their own way and update each other on their progress while indulging in delectable delights. The ladies tend to jump to conclusions that are not supported by facts or evidence. The mystery is slightly convoluted with a drawn out ending. Most readers will arrive at the solution long before it is revealed. I am giving Murder on Memory Lake 3 out of 5 stars. Murder on Memory Lake has unique characters, humor, a black cat, a lovely setting and a curious murder mystery.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Murder on Memory Lake by J.D. Griffo is the debut of The Ferrara Family Mystery series. Alberta Scaglione is surprised when she learns her recently deceased aunt, Carmela had an estate and left it entirely to her. It turns out that Carmela kept some secrets which included a lake house in Tranquility, New Jersey and a large amount of money. The only caveat is that she cannot give away any of the money (i.e.—to her greedy relatives) for two years (she knew her niece well). Alberta’s family used to vacation in Tranquility for two weeks every summer. One morning, Alberta is sitting on the porch of her new home enjoying the view of the lake with her cat, Lola when she spots a dead body. The victim is Alberta’s old high school nemesis, Lucy Agnostino. While Chief Vinny D’Angelo is ready to declare it an accidental drowning, Alberta states it is murder and she can prove it. Alberta’s granddaughter and local journalist, Jinx arrives during the hubbub for their weekly breakfast. It turns out that the victim was murdered, and Alberta intends to track down the killer. Jinx wants to prove her worth to her boss, so she teams up with Alberta to unravel the whodunit. They get help from Helen, Alberta’s sister (and former nun) along with their former sister-in-law, Joyce (they actually prefer her to their brother). These four ladies use their wits and connections to crack the case. Murder on Memory Lake is a quirky cozy mystery filled with larger-than-life characters. Alberta is a widow of Italian descent living in New Jersey and frequently uses Italian words and phrases. Helen is a former nun, Joyce is their former sister-in-law, and Jinx (aka Gina) is Alberta’s granddaughter who just moved back to New Jersey. Each woman has a different skill or knowledge which aids them in solving the case. Their diverse personalities does lead to frequent disagreements. There are numerous characters introduced throughout the story. It seems that many of Alberta’s former classmates have relocated to Tranquility (what a coincidence). I wish the author had taken the time to flesh out Alberta’s character. She feels like a caricature. The Italian phrases and words that she throws into conversations quickly became annoying and they are not always explained/translated. I thought the author was overly wordy which led to a slower pace (a little rewriting would have made a difference). The dialogue (except for the Italian bits) was realistic and fits with the characters. The point-of-view switches between Alberta and Jinx providing two distinct perspectives. The ladies investigate the mystery in their own way and update each other on their progress while indulging in delectable delights. The ladies tend to jump to conclusions that are not supported by facts or evidence. The mystery is slightly convoluted with a drawn out ending. Most readers will arrive at the solution long before it is revealed. I am giving Murder on Memory Lake 3 out of 5 stars. Murder on Memory Lake has unique characters, humor, a black cat, a lovely setting and a curious murder mystery.