Murder Wears Mittens

Murder Wears Mittens

by Sally Goldenbaum

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As autumn washes over coastal Sea Harbor, Massachusetts, the Seaside Knitters anticipate a relaxing off-season. But when murder shatters the peace, the craftiest bunch in town must unravel a killer’s deadly scheme . . .
After retrieving fresh lobster nets from a local Laundromat, Cass Halloran rushes to attend a last-minute gathering with her knitting circle. But Cass can’t stop worrying about the lonely boy seen hanging around the dryers, and the school uniform he left behind in a hurry. When the ladies return the lost clothing the next day, they find the child and his younger sister alone, seemingly abandoned by their mother . . .
The knitters intend to facilitate a family reunion, not investigate a crime. But the death of Dolores Cardozo, a recluse from the edge of town, throws the group for a loop. Especially when the missing mother and one of their own become tied to the victim’s hidden fortune—and her murder . . . It’s up to the Seaside Knitters to string together the truth about Dolores—while preventing a greedy murderer from making another move!
“A brilliantly written crime mystery, full of suspense and human warmth.”
The Washington Book Review
“I was utterly charmed by the Seaside Knitters and their cozy community.”
—Laurien Berenson, bestselling author

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781496711045
Publisher: Kensington
Publication date: 08/29/2017
Series: Seaside Knitters Society , #1
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 33,184
File size: 3 MB

About the Author

Sally Goldenbaum is the author of over forty novels, most recently the Seaside Knitters Mystery Series, set in the fictional town of Sea Harbor, Massachusetts. Born in Manitowoc, Wisconsin, Sally now lives in Gloucester, Massachusetts, with her husband, Don. In addition to writing mysteries, Sally has taught philosophy, Latin, and creative writing, edited bioethics and veterinary healthcare journals, and worked in public television at WQED Pittsburgh (then home to Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood). Visit her at

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Kayla Stewart leaned against the old tree. Its gnarled branches, shaped by decades of ocean winds and nor'easters pounding the miles of shoreline, creaked menacingly in the cold wet wind. She glanced across the yard at the gray Cardozo house as if she were seeing it for the first time. Two long windows stared back at her — glaring, judging, as if they already knew why she was there.

She turned away, dismissing the image, and looked around the property — the scrub bushes, a tree hugging the corner of the house, a narrow walkway. And acres that wound back to the dense woods and beyond.

The familiar terrain calmed her. A patch of garden was just visible along one side of the house, wedged between a gravel path and the gray siding. A row of nasturtiums Kayla had planted last spring outlined the walkway. She remembered tossing the seeds on a whim, willy-nilly, thinking a little color would provide a good vibe for the house. But it had surprised her when something beautiful came from her random gesture, the scattered seeds turning into leafy crimson and yellow plants. It had made her smile, and unless she had imagined it, had softened the homeowner's lined face, too.

Dolores Cardozo's face came to her now, the familiar lines and wrinkles etched in her mind — a face so dark and weathered from the elements that Kayla wasn't sure what nationality or race Dolores would claim as her heritage. When she asked her about it one day, Dolores had chuckled, the ambiguity seeming to please her. She never answered.

Was that face peering at her right this minute, as Dolores stood in the darkness, looking at her from one of the windows, her long white hair pulled back in a ponytail, or maybe loose, falling over her shoulders? Was she wondering why Kayla was standing in the wet chill of the day, no bundle of food in her arms?

The first day Kayla had made her way out to the Cardozo property, driving her old beat-up Chevy along the rutted roads, she had gotten lost, in spite of the clear directions given to her. A wrong turn had taken her to a patch of gravel, a parking spot alongside the road that led to several hiking paths. Kayla had parked the car and walked along one of the paths, long and narrow, curling through the woods until suddenly it all opened up to a vast clearing — a silent quarry filling the space. She had stood at the edge of the once active granite pit and stared down at a bottomless pool of water held intact by massive slabs of granite. The day had been crisp and clear, with sunlight reflecting off the water so white and bright she had to squint her eyes. It was one of the most beautiful sights Kayla Stewart had ever seen. She'd stood there for a long time, mesmerized by the black water, the sky above, and the air, crystallized into tiny diamonds.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds.

The song had hummed in her head that day. A good day. A new chapter in her life.

From then on she had welcomed the solitude that always met her at the Cardozo place. Her body would loosen, her shoulders relaxing and the tight kinks giving away to the space around her. It was a meditation, helping her think about her life as it slowly reassembled itself little by little, the pieces shifting and turning until they fit together in a comfortable way.

When she had shared the thought later with Sister Fiona, the nun had nodded in that way she had, and Kayla had seen the satisfied look on her face as if she were the one who had put the thought there to begin with. And then the slight lift at the corners of her wide mouth brought on by the incongruous thought of Kayla meditating at all.

On one of her trips to Dolores's home, she realized that next to the solitude and the woman in the small house, it was the unlocked doors that she liked. Unlocked doors and wild and free land with a silence so profound that she could hear her own heartbeat when she walked through it.


But tonight it was hard to hang on to that peace. It was flying around her like loose feathers, difficult to grasp.

The late afternoon shadows felt ominous with creatures crawling out from behind the trees, rattling Kayla's resolve. They fueled the burning in her chest, the discomfort, the distaste that coated her tongue. She wanted to be home cleaning up the kitchen. Reading Where the Red Fern Grows to the kids, all of them huddled together beneath a blanket, the soft warm bodies of Christopher and Sarah Grace making Kayla's heart hum.

Soon she'd be there. This wouldn't take long.

She forked her fingers through her short-cropped hair, then tugged a baseball cap on, frowning as spokes of black hair poked out. It had been a mistake to cut her hair so drastically. Sarah Grace had cried when she saw it. She said that she missed the long hair Kayla would let her twist into braids and tie ribbons around. She said it made her mother look like a boy.

She'd done it impulsively, the day she'd seen the photo in the paper. A picture of her. Her long black hair framing her face. The waves she could never control touching her cheeks. Thick, shiny black hair. The kind people wanted to touch. Striking, people said. Distinctive. Memorable.

All of the things Kayla didn't want to be. She didn't want anyone to remember. Ever.

But cutting her hair hadn't worked, and she had promised her daughter that she would let it grow. Hair grows fast, she had consoled Sarah Grace as she wiped away her tears.

The wind picked up and Kayla pulled the edges of her jacket tight. She wrapped her arms around herself. Some of the waitstaff at the Ocean's Edge Restaurant had told her she'd love September and October in Sea Harbor: late summer blooms, leaves beginning to turn, and most of all, the space that opened up in the town when summer people went back to Boston or New York or somewhere. The streets became their own again, the restaurants less crowded, the beaches wide and welcoming, the cool sand soothing.

But today had been damp and cold, not at all what had been promised.

Kayla rubbed away the bumps beneath the thin jacket fabric and tried to ignore the headache that began to pinch her face, tugging at her forehead and narrowing her eyes. She rubbed her temples, knowing before the headache took hold completely why it threatened. Favors tethered you to people, you owed them, no matter what. And what they'd ask of you in return could ruin your life.

The day Kayla turned eighteen, she had celebrated her birthday by running away from her last foster home in North Dakota. It was in the middle of a North Dakota snowstorm so blinding no one could have found her even if they had tried. She had vowed that day never to be dependent on anything or anyone again. Dependency brought pain and deception — and it eroded the bubble she tried so hard to construct around herself.

Depending on others wasn't necessarily a bad thing, she'd been told. Ask and you shall receive, Sister Fiona always said. Kayla had cringed at the words. She knew about favors — favors that beget favors, that stole her body and soul.

She admitted to herself there had been decent people along the way, like when she ended up in Idaho and a woman a few years older than herself had helped her out. Her name was Angel. Angel! Kayla had ridiculed the name, scoffed at it. But Angel had been tough, her life once a mess, just like Kayla's. Later on, Kayla came to understand that "Angel" had been a perfect name for the tough girl with the purple hair who believed anyone could pull themselves together if they decided to do it.

And sure, Sister Fiona, as bossy as she could be, was a part of the whole life raft deal. Maybe she was better than okay. Maybe she and Angel had saved her life.

After all, Fiona had brought her to Dolores.

Sea Harbor, Massachusetts, was a place for living, the nun had told Kayla. Sea Harbor was where problems could be solved. Where kids could thrive. Where pasts could be buried.

So she swallowed her fear and her secrets, buried them deep down inside her where no one would find them.

But someone had.

Kayla took a deep breath, curled her fingers into a ball and stared at the house. It was now or never. She needed to tell her what she had done. And then to beg . . .

She blocked from her mind what she'd do if it all fell apart.

And then, with steely resolve, she walked along the path, past the nasturtiums and the darkened windows, to the back door.

The door she knew was never locked.


The wind slammed the door shut behind Cass Halloran as she walked into the Harbor Road Laundromat. She bunched up a fistful of unruly dark hair, damp from the wet, salty air, and bound it with a scrunchie she pulled from her wrist.

Beneath an old sweatshirt, her stomach complained, reminding her that it had been hours since she had eaten. Quiet, she murmured. Nell's homemade lasagna is just minutes away. At least that's what her friend Izzy's texts had been promising her for the last hour. And that made the hunger bearable at least. Homemade. Even the lasagna noodles would be made from scratch, a fact that still puzzled Cass. Noodles were like crackers and baked beans. They came in boxes, cans, or bags. No one made them. But much to Cass's sublime happiness, Nell Endicott had proved every one of her assumptions wrong.

Earlier that day, Cass had made her own plans for the evening. She'd finish the company laundry and race home, out of the chilly night, to a waiting Danny Brandley, who would warm her up nicely in the cozy seaside house where they co-lived, a term a relative had recently — and pointedly — coined. Her fiancé would massage her feet while she'd stretch out in front of a fire he'd have laid. A fire in September, unheard of, but it sounded perfect and wonderful and there was plenty of cut wood out near the garage.

She was bone weary. Probably, she told herself, because it was Saturday — a day off — and instead she'd spent the day putting out fires. Everything seemed to have gone wrong at the Halloran Lobster Company that day — including a breakdown of the commercial washer and dryer they used for nets and sweatshirts, towels, and all things smelling of fish. Which was nearly everything. So she had dragged them all to the Laundromat, then run errands while waiting for the machines to do their thing. She hoped the bad day wasn't an omen. Nor the reason her weariness had a touch of worry attached to it. Silly. All would be better once she got home.

And that's when her friend Izzy's texts started messing with her plans.

Nell is cooking lasagna. Says we should get over there ASAP. There'll be champagne. Pick me up at my yarn shop.

Danny followed up with

Hey, babe. The Endicotts are feeding us. I know you were dead set on my grilled cheese. I'll make it up to you.

So Danny was headed to Ben and Nell's, too. It was all about homemade lasagna and champagne.

The group of friends had missed their usual Friday night dinner at Ben and Nell's because the couple was out of town for the day. Friday night dinner was a ritual born when the Endicotts had retired and settled permanently in Sea Harbor. It had become a comforting staple in Cass's life, right along with the older couple themselves, more family now than friends. Maybe that's what this was about — Nell feeling guilty, knowing that none of them took canceling dinner on the Endicott deck lightly. It was therapy and friendship and amazing food all mixed up together in one bundle — something they all held sacred.

Sure, that was it. And that was fine with Cass. Few things outdid Danny's foot massages, but Nell's cooking might be one of them. Champagne? she texted back to Danny. You're kidding me? Her fiancé knew she hated champagne, but the thought of lasagna caused her stomach to dance.

Danny sent two kissing, carefree emoticons back.

She stuck her phone in her pocket and set her laundry basket beneath the round door of the dryer, pulled it open, her mind still on the lasagna. And beer. Ben would most certainly have beer. Who drank champagne with lasagna?

She pulled out a damp towel, grimaced, and tossed it back in. Next she felt something fuzzy and pulled out a small pink sweater, its buttons caught in a ratty fisherman's net. She pulled them apart and stared at the clothing. It was soft and pretty and tiny. Nicely hand knit.

Cass frowned, then reached in and pulled out another net, this one tangled up with a small plaid skirt. Cass leaned over and looked in, then pulled out a pair of boy's jeans and several other small garments.

She glanced around the room. The harsh fluorescent lights lit up every corner. She was completely alone. Even the girl who usually worked nights was absent, most likely having a burger and beer across the street at Jake Risso's tavern.

Cass felt a peculiar twist in her stomach, an unexpected pang that something was wrong. Then just as quickly, realization dawned and she tried to lighten up. Well sure. A busy mom ran out of change and found a creative solution — Cass's dryer was going strong so she had tossed in her own items, probably thinking she'd be back before Cass. Creative, Cass thought, something she herself had done once or twice in college. But the poor woman was in for a surprise if that pretty pink sweater ended up making her daughter smell like a lobster.

The imagined scenario somewhat easing the tension she felt, Cass mounded all the damp clothes back into the dryer and slipped a couple more quarters into the slot. She listened for the familiar tumbling of the net hooks against the dryer drum, and stretched her toned shoulders back, working out the kinks. Though Cass did little exercise, lifting lobster traps and machinery kept her lean and trim — and strong — a fact new members of her crusty fishermen crew figured out quickly when they'd find themselves misled by her lovely Irish face with its long lashes and prominent cheekbones. She headed for a chair across the room and sat down, stretching her legs out in front of her. Buy new jeans, she thought, the permanent saltwater stains at the edges of her jeans looking shiny in the glare of the fluorescent light.

A large clock near the washing machines reminded her of how late it was. They'd all be as hungry as she was. She sent Izzy a message to go on without her, but her friend refused.

Don't be a martyr, Izzy replied. I'll wait. Birdie's coming too, and bringing wine and Ella's brownies. Something about a surprise.

Ella's brownies? Cass's stomach reacted instantly. Buttermilk, Valrhona chocolate, rich, gooey frosting. Birdie Favazza had stopped cooking long before her seventy-fifth — or was it her eightieth? — birthday, but her amazing housekeeper, Ella, spared no calories or expense in making perfect brownies. Only when Cass had exhausted the mental taste of the brownies did she consider the rest of the message.

A surprise? What is that about? Good news, she supposed, which would account for the champagne, though Izzy seemed slightly rattled, if one could be rattled in a text. Maybe she was just hungry, too.

Cass stretched her legs out in front of her, leaned her head against the wall, and closed her eyes briefly, her attention going back to the noisy dryer and the delicate sweater inside, vying with the menacing lobster nets. She had a sudden urge to take it out, rescue it, keep it safe for a little girl who liked pink. Then she rolled her head against the wall and scolded herself for conjuring up a story about nothing.

Outside branches slapped against the front windows. Cass looked over, hoping to see a woman in exercise clothes race in, maybe leaving a kid in a soccer uniform sitting in the back of the car. She'd scoop out her clothes and head home to the rest of her family. The thought comforted Cass briefly, but she couldn't completely push away the irrational worry that the sweater was lost, tumbling around in a stranger's dryer.

And the troubled thoughts wouldn't go away. Would a mother come all the way to the Laundromat with so few clothes and on such a crummy night? And all kids' clothes, no tights or underwear or ...

Still she hoped for the mom, but no one rushed through the front door settling Cass's crazy thoughts. All she saw through the windows were swaying branches on the pear tree at the curb and a flickering of lamplights.


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Murder Wears Mittens 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 16 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series. Sally Goldenbaum never disappoints me. These books are always so good, I try to read them slowly and don't want them to end! Please keep them coming Ms. Goldenbaum!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Always love these books. The story was good and it wasn't till the end of the the murder was found. Kept me guessing till the end.
Delphimo More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoy the Seaside Knitters Society series withal the food, great friendship, and lovely community values. I would love to go to Nell and Ben's Friday night get-together. The weather and the sea play important roles in each story. The characters present all ages and levels of society. Goldenbaum shows the pitfalls of life such as drug addiction and greed, so all is not rosy. The knitting draws the reader into plans to knit for causes and for special events. Cass and her bountiful fishing show that the fishing life remains a factor in many seaside towns. The story centers on women and has men circling this feminine perimeter and acting as helpmates.
Delphimo More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoy the Seaside Knitters Society series withal the food, great friendship, and lovely community values. I would love to go to Nell and Ben's Friday night get-together. The weather and the sea play important roles in each story. The characters present all ages and levels of society. Goldenbaum shows the pitfalls of life such as drug addiction and greed, so all is not rosy. The knitting draws the reader into plans to knit for causes and for special events. Cass and her bountiful fishing show that the fishing life remains a factor in many seaside towns. The story centers on women and has men circling this feminine perimeter and acting as helpmates.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good rich writing. Caused me to become wrapped up in the story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like reading her books. Good relationship.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thanks for the visit to a small town with wonderful characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Start reading in the morning and kept reading till I reached the end. Another interesting story just like earlier books!
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Murder Wears Mittens by Sally Goldenbaum is the first book in A Seaside Knitters Society Mystery series. Cass Halloran is rushing to finish washing the lobster nets at the laundromat (who knew lobster nets needed washing) so she can get to her weekly knitting meeting (and dinner). She checks the dryer and notices some children’s clothing. A young boy comes in from the rain, grabs the clothing and takes off on his bike with his dog. Cass spots that he left behind a little girl’s uniform for Safe Sea’s Elementary School. When Cass mentions it to the group, they agree to go with her to check out the situation. Cass, Izzy, Nell, and Birdie head over to the children’s home (Christopher and Sarah Grace) the next day and discover they are alone. The kids do not know what happened to their mother, Kayla. Sister Fiona, Cass’s aunt and principal of the children’s school, quickly takes charge of the situation (she is a bossy woman). Kayla is soon found, but so is the body of Dolores Cardozo. Kayla has no recollection of the past day. When her bicycle is found outside Dolores’ home, the police consider Kayla their prime suspect. The Seaside Knitters start digging into Dolores’ life to uncover who might have wished her harm. Secrets are being disclosed and the killer has already shown what they will do to keep their skeletons locked away! A Seaside Knitters Society Mystery series is a continuation of A Seaside Knitters Mystery series. It contains the same characters in the same town (which is disappointing). When you first open the book, you will find a long list of characters. I only mentioned a few above. There are too many characters to keep straight (along with their husband, relationships, etc.). I highly recommend reading A Seaside Knitters Mystery series prior to picking up Murder Wears Mittens (that is no guarantee that you will still be able to keep the characters straight). I did not enjoy Murder Wears Mittens as much as Death by Cashmere (first book in original series). I miss the book being centered around the knitting shop (they father around the dinner table now). I appreciate the strong, female characters in Murder Wears Mittens, and it is nice to see how the various characters have grown/evolved (especially Cass) since Death by Cashmere. My rating for Murder Wears Mittens is 3.5 out of 5 stars. The mystery has several components that are revealed as the group delves into Dolores’ life. The suspect list is extremely small, and I thought the killer’s identity was obvious. I believe most readers will figure out this puzzle before the reveal. The reason for Kayla’s secrecy is a no-brainer. I wish there had been more time devoted in the story to the mystery. It seems like more time is spent on the group’s meals than the whodunit. Murder Wears Mittens is easy to read, has a decent pace, good characters, and has a quaint seaside town. For those cozy mystery readers who prefer that the emphasis is placed on the cozy, you will love reading Murder Wears Mittens.
LisaKsBooksReviews More than 1 year ago
First things first. This is book number one in the Seaside Knitters Society Mysteries, but it is the same setting as in the Seaside Knitters Mysteries, and in a way, book twelve. Starting with this book, there is a new publisher, so a new name. Readers of the first eleven books will find their favorite characters between the covers of MURDER WEARS MITTENS. New readers picking this up as number one in a series will be reading well established characters, but will be able to follow along. Author Sally Goldenbaum always includes a list of characters at the beginning to help her readers keep track. With the same skill as always, author Goldenbaum weaves an intricate mystery that will have readers captivated with the people and scenery, and enthralled with the mystery, and the story surrounding it. An emotional tale, I felt both sadness and joy while reading, MURDER WEARS MITTENS. However, when I read the conclusion I was smiling with contentment. Attention knitters: You’ll find a great instructions for Simple Skyp Socks, and a link to the pattern so you can print it out!
WisReader More than 1 year ago
If this is your first visit to Sea Harbor, Mass, do not be intimidated by the number of characters listed at the beginning of this novel. You will meet each casually, informally, and pleasantly as you get to know your way around. The Seaside Knitters are a generous, caring group who are involved in their community and accept both the good and less than best about it and the residents. This year they are preparing to knit hats, scarves and mittens aplenty - enough that no one will suffer frostbite during the coldest months. There are many generous organizations around Sea Harbor - those that feed and shelter the less fortunate and help people get their lives back on track. There are also the greedy who think only of themselves. An odd notice in the newspaper brings attention to the death of someone who was a long fixture around the area. yet few could say they knew her well. Even fewer knew that she had deep secrets and supported many of these fine organizations. When that secret was revealed, the knitters decided that they needed to understand her, even though she is no longer among them. An odd occurrence in a laundromat gets the attention of Cass, who brings her good friends in to investigate it further. She has a bad feeling about a boy and his dog out alone in bad weather. Trying to do something good turns into more of a mystery for them all. Somehow this and the mysterious woman's death are tied together. A well thought out and complexly entwined story of secrets and striving to stay safe. It makes you think about the people in your own neighborhood and if you really know what struggles each of them faces. The characters are well developed, with kids and dogs that will steal your heart. You'll wish you had good friends like these. I accepted a copy of this book to review
Dollycas More than 1 year ago
Dollycas’s Thoughts This is one of my very favorite series. Now it has been reborn as Seaside Knitters Society Series by Kensington Publishing. For fans of this series it picks up right where Murder at Lambswool Farm (Seaside Knitters Mystery) leaves off. For those just discovering this fabulous group of characters there is a cast list at the beginning of the book, don’t panic by the long list, the author gives plenty of detail throughout the story so you can get to know the characters easily. If I could I would pack my bags today and move to Sea Harbor, Massachusetts. The residents are smart and fun and generous. They are always willing to give a helping hand, a little advice, a warm hug and a full belly. Their dinners on the deck will make you swoon. They will also be sure you have all the sweaters, scarves and mittens you need. Case in point; Cass Halloran is at the laundromat when she finds some unusual items in her dryer. She is surprised when a young boy hurries in, pulls some things out of her dryer and quickly rides off on his bicycle. She tries to catch up but can’t. Then she finds a school uniform just like she used to wear that the boy had left behind. She just can’t get the child out of her mind, with a little help she finds out his name and where he lives. She along with her friends Izzy, Nell, and Birdie go to return the uniform only to find the boy and his sister alone, no sign of their mother. While trying to track down the woman they also find themselves investigating another death. A recluse, Dolores Cardozo, is found dead in her home and the children’s mother could be involved. So now in addition to knitting mittens for charity they are going to have to knit together all the clues to solve this murder. The Seaside Knitters, Izzy, Nell, Cass and Birdie, along with their spouses, significant others, kids and friends are some of the best characters right now in cozy literature. Over the years the group has grown because as a whole and they are all so welcoming. Knitting may have brought them together in the beginning but it is their friendships that have stood the test of time. They are realistic, engaging, with hearts as big as all outdoors. Such a fine group of people. With each book I feel as I am returning to visit old lifelong friends. These character’s lives would make a great women’s fiction story on their own but Ms. Goldenbaum knits and purls them right into a fantastic mystery. Dolores Cardozo mostly kept to herself. Few people knew her by name, they would see her walking on the beach but didn’t really know much about her. Now that she has gone and named Birdie executor of her will, plus the news that she may have been murdered by the mother of the children that Cass has become attached to sends this story in a very interesting direction. The plot is thought out and so well written. I was invested in the new characters just as much as those that have warmed my heart in 11 previous books. I needed to know how things would turn out. The ending was surprising and so satisfying. This is a story of friendship first and foremost but the mystery is top-notch. I try to slow down and savor my visits to Sea Harbor but find that impossible because I need to solve the crime right along with the Seaside Knitters. I have enjoyed every story but hate to say good-bye after the final page. Same time, next year…..can’t wait.
Tarri More than 1 year ago
Murder Wears Mittens by Sally Goldenbaum is the latest addition to her Seaside Knitters Society mysteries and it is definitely a winner. It kept me guessing from beginning to end, even the wrap up was a mystery. In this book Izzy's knitting shop and Izzy and her friends (Cass, Birdy, and Nell) are working with the community to knit hats, socks, and mittens (along with a few scarves) for those in need. When Cass runs across a young boy and his dog in the laundromat one very rainy evening, she can't stop looking until she is able to return the school uniform he dropped. When the group finally locate the family, they find Cass' aunt Sister Fiona is a champion of the family and that the mother is not home. A murder, a nosy reporter, a shocking will, and many great meals to discuss the events, knit, and solve the crimes. As with all of her books the author weaves the story without letting on who the guilty party will turn out to be. The characters are well drawn, as you would expect after eleven books (this is number twelve) but not tiring. There are the four main women, their spouses/boyfriend, family members, community leaders, etc., etc., etc., but there is also a cast of characters in the front of the book. Murder Wears Mittens is as enjoyable as Death by Cashmere, the first in the series.
csrsvivr More than 1 year ago
What a wonderful addition to the “Seaside Knitters Society”! I always look forward to a new episode and when it arrives I seem to read it slower than any other series. I want to savor the story, the characters; and characters they are, while feeling as if I’m back with old friends. Sally Goldenbaum continues to draw you into this wonderful mystery solving group and her descriptions and writing style is so “familiar”. This installment brings some characters home, allows some to create new homes and some to save their homes. In the center of all of this is a murder and the need to solve it. A wonderful book!
chefdt More than 1 year ago
Murder Wears Mittens is the first book in the Seaside Knitters Society. Sally Goldenbaum has a new publisher, Kensington, and the series name has been changed Seaside Knitters Society. All the characters that we learned to love in Seaside Knitters are back in the Seaside Knitters Society and didn’t drop a stitch in the changeover. Cass is at the laundromat when she a young boy slips some clothes into one the dryers see is using, she starts to say something to him and he and his dog take off. By the time Cass gets to the door and looks down the street, he is riding his bike with the dog following. Cass then heads to meet with her fellow knitters and with the help of her aunt, Sister Mary Fiona to learn who the boy is and where he lives. When they go to return the clothes, it becomes apparent that the boy and his sister is home alone. The next morning. The next morning, a young lady is found wandering along the road, suffering from a head injury that has caused amnesia. It is learned that the woman, Kayla Stewart, is the mother of children the had found the night before. Soon the police are called to the rural home of Dolores Cardozo where they find her lifeless body in her living room. Kayla becomes a person of interest when the police find the families bicycle leaning against a tree near Cardozo’s home. Cardozo was one to keep to herself but was often she going on walks in the neighboring countryside. Once Kayla regains her memory she not willing to tell much of her past history or why she was at Cardozo’s home. The Seaside Knitters Society are busy making scarfs, mittens, and caps for those who need them for the upcoming winter. They, therefore, have ample time to discuss various approaches to find the killer. The home town is shocked when Cardozo’s will is read, which uncovers other avenues to pursue. As with all of Goldbaum’s books, this was another well-plotted and entertainingly told story with mostly all the enjoyable characters from previous books. A handy list of cast of character is at the front of the book and knitting pattern for simple socks is also included. I;m so happy that a new home was found for this delightful series and am eagerly awaiting the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just fell in love with the characters - and they are that and more. Even though fiction it gives hope . Try it on for size!