Showing posts with label Cara Black. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cara Black. Show all posts

Sunday, August 2, 2009

What I’m Reading

MurderBastille

I have worked every day this past week, but my brain has been in Paris… still. I am now reading Murder in the Bastille, the fourth book by Cara Black featuring detective Aimee Leduc.

This time the detective tries to do a good deed when the woman at the next table in a restaurant leaves her cell phone behind. Aimee answers it, and a man begs her to meet him in a passage in the Bastille neighborhood. Remembering what a pain a lost cell phone was, Aimee treks off to return the device, and gets her head bashed in for her efforts. She awakens in the hospital blind; the other woman’s body is found the next day one passage over.

The tables are now turned for she and her partner, Rene, a programmer, student of the martial arts, and little person (dwarf). As the more mobile of the pair, Rene now finds himself interviewing contacts from the dead woman’s phone and attempting to piece together the clues. The scene where he ends up in a dermatology institute to speak with a pathologist is priceless! Aimee is trying to cope with her loss while her attacker tries to finish her off. Of course, she still wears Chanel lipstick and stumbles across potential male companionship along the way!

Book five is already on my iPod’s Kindle reader, and I am going on vacation next week. I may not be posting much, but I will be enjoying a few good books… You should, too!

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Contents of My Bag

I have now progressed to the third Aimee Leduc mystery, Murder in the Sentier. Below is one of my favorite passages thus far that will illustrate the pull these stories have for me. She has been out on a Vespa chasing crime when she has to enter an upscale venue. Aimee is always prepared:

"A block away, she entered a deserted courtyard, set down her backpack, and got to work. She stood on the cobbles, reapplying her Chanel-red lipstick in a window. Looking in a tall truck's side-view mirror, she reapplied mascara. She flattened her spiky hair with gel, then slid into the heels she carried, along with a new cryptography manual, calcium biscuits for Miles Davis [her dog, pronounced Meels Dahvees], and black silk underwear crushed at the bottom of her bag.

One never knew."
Her bag contents always include Chanel lipstick, ultrablack mascara, and high heels (unless she is wearing heels or boots, and then her red high-tops are there). And black silk underwear, because you just never know what might happen.

I wish I were that prepared for my life.

My bag contents:
Wallet and keys
Assorted lipsticks and glosses
Toothbrush and stuff for my braces
Hospital IDs
Chargers for BlackBerry & iPod
Earphones for iPod
Pens in various states of usability
BlackBerry & iPod

Given the size of the bag I carry, this seems pitiful. I certainly couldn't make myself ready for a hot club with my present contents, let alone chase bad guys and make the world a safer place.

But then, I don't have to!

Sunday, July 26, 2009

What I’m Reading

Murder Marais

My father loves France. His PhD is in French history, and I am named after an actress (Pascale Petit) he saw in the 1950’s while working on his dissertation in that country. He is also a murder mystery fan(like me), so Cara Black’s series set in present day Paris appealed to him. He has been after me to read one for months, so I loaded up a couple for my latest trip.

Murder in the Marais, the first book in the Aimee Leduc mysteries, involves present day murders as well as crimes during the Nazi occupation. The heroine has limited herself to computer investigations since her father’s death by terrorism, but impending financial difficulties and curiosity push her back undercover to infiltrate a skinhead group. Eventually she uncovers not only the original crimes during the war, but also ongoing conspiracies that threaten Europe in the present.

I have never been to Paris, so I cannot comment on the authenticity of the prose; however, there are enough references to designer clothes and upscale venues (and hot sex) to satisfy a chick-lit craving. I’ve already got the second book on deck…