Another happy family picnic picture. You gotta celebrate good times
(safely) whenever you can.

My new Goodwill shirts. Both capture aspects of my purrrsonality.
The dilligent cat with the glasses is taking a short break from
studying statistics. Her fabulous feline friend is eagerly awaiting
the chance to dazzle the crowd in drag shows when it's once again safe
enough for public performances.
Seriously, if you have a little discretionary cash you should revisit
your local Goodwill, especially if you still haven't acquired a
Halloween costume. They have amazing stuff at bargain prices. And
they have strict COVID rules.

The Last Time I Lied

The Last Time I Lied

Adult mystery
"The Girls could be anywhere. That's what you realize as you
stand in the water, shivering hard. They're out there. Somewhere.
And it could take days to find them. Or weeks. There's a chance
they'll never be found."
Ah, sleep over camp. Those unforgettable memories: sleeping in
a cabin with friends, meals at the lodge, swimming, arts and crafts,
campfires, camper abduction...
What? No one vanished in the dead of the night at your camp?
Guess you didn't attend Camp Nightingale, the setting brought eerily
to life in Riley Sager's The Last Time I Lied.
It isn't just any old camp. It's rumored to be haunted.
Midnight Lake, the body of water it's situated on, is man made. It
was created by flooding a valley even though the residents of an
institution had not been able to leave. It's believed that their
spirits linger at the place of their untimely death...
...or worse.
Protagonist Emma first attends camp as a thirteen-year-old.
Arriving late, she's placed in a cabin with older girls and befriended
by popular and tempestuous Vivian who considers her a younger sister.
It turns out that Vivian has decided to investigate a mystery. One
day she shows Emma a strange box.
And one day Emma wakes up to find her three cabinmates missing.
Police and townspeople search the area intensively. The girls can't
be found. The camp is closed.
Emma becomes an artist haunted by the past. In every one of her
pictures she draws three girls and then paints a frightening forest
scene over them. She carries a guilty secret related to her
cabinmates' disappearance.
So when, fifteen years later, the camp is reopened and she's
invited to come back as an arts instructor, she returns, feeling that
she owes it to the missing girls to discover what happened to them...
...only the same malevolent forces that Vivian had sensed may
still be present and ready to menace Emma and a new group of campers.
On a purrrsonal note, I hope you had a good weekend. I did. Eugene
went to camp to hunt. I stayed to home with precious Tobago. I had a
productive work day. I let myself read five hours at night and
finished off my birthday candy. When Eugene got home Sunday we went
leaf peeping. We got subs for lunch. We stopped in at Goodwill and
he got me two cute cat shirts.
This Wednesday before class I'm going with my friend, Connie, to
donate blood. If I have enough iron to donate I'll have earned my 10
gallon pin. I've really been chowing down on iron rich foods. On the
way home we'll stop by a convenience store and I will get pringles,
chocolate candy, and a real soda. I have class Wednesday night. But
Thursday night I'll have me a reading and junk food party, which you
will benefit from when I review what I read. :-) (Jules)
They better not try to take my blood. I hate needles with a passion.
(Tobago)
A great big shout out goes out to the mystery writers who create such
good reading escapes for pandemic times.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway


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These are some of the treasures Amber put in my birthday box. The
earrings are my new favorites.
BTW if you're looking for any cool Halloween crafts or something batty
to celebrate National Bat Month, check out Amber's crafts blog: https://amberscraftaweek.blogspot.com
Bats are our friends. They chow down on a lot of insect pests.

This is a picture I took in the trailer park right after the storm. I
just thought it was a pretty scene. (Autumn in Maine is a great time
for nature photography.) But notice how tranquil it all looks. You'd
never guess.

Someone Knows

Someone Knows

Adult mystery
The mystery fans among you, my readers, are in luck. This
review and the next three will be of spine chillers of the best sort.
I have been indulging in one of my favorite nonguilty pleasures. I
hope I can entice you to join me.
"Nobody tells you that you'll do things when you're young that
are so stupid, so unbelievably stupid, so horifically stupid that
years later you won't be able to believe it. You'll be on your
laptop, or reading a book or pumping gas, and you'll find yourself
shaking your head because you'll be thinking no, no, no, I didn't do
that, I was not a part of that, it could not have happened."
Except that it did. In Lisa Scottoline's Someone Knows the
participants in a teen experience (those who lived to not tell about
it) are living the nightmare twenty years later.
Allie had existed in the shadow of Jill, the sister who had died
a year earlier of cystic fibrosis. With her mother falling apart and
her father focussed on making Jill's death not in vain she was pretty
much isolated. Sasha was the popular mean girl whose career parents
were away more often than not. David was under immense pressure from
his father to be a sports star and to be straight. Julian was the
spoiled scion of an ultrarich family who was obsessed with lust for
Sasha.
The discovery of a gun buried in the woods near their homes
brought this foursome into an uneasy pact to keep everyone else from
learning their secret...
...but you know about teens and secrets. Sasha invited a
newcomer, Kyle, to one of their meetings. Julian said Kyle must prove
himself by playing Russian roulette. There wasn't supposed to be a
bullet in the chamber...
...but...you guessed it.
Exactly twenty years after the incident David commits suicide.
Allie believes his death is related to the incident. This time she's
willing to reveal the long buried truth.
But someone will stop at nothing to keep this from happening.
On a purrrsonal note, in our last post Tobago revealed that we were
in the middle of a scary storm. We lost electricity for hours.
(101,000 Maine households lost power). Luckily I only lost 25 minutes
of zoom statistics. The second half was really fun. Craig was going
over some stuff people had questions on. He was asking us lots of
questions. I was answering a lot and feeling like, hey, I understand
this stuff. This morning I was in a zoom meeting. We were asked who
wanted to be on a subcommittee. Right after I said I will Tobago
popped up and said meow. "Well we have Jules and her cat." I have no
idea what I'll do this weekend. I have my duffle bag packed in case
Eugene and I are going to camp. Luckily Emily delivered a book fix
big enough for even camp. (Jules)
The big scary storm is over. (Tobago).
A great big shout out goes out to my stats professor, Craig, and my
personal bookmobile driver, Emily.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway


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