Bert felt jealous, cheated on, and blue. Then he discovered he could morph into a giant nightmarish slug...
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Life in the Clouds #6: Take a Slug ® James Field.
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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 36
Olive lunged over to Dick Charmer, who was handcuffed to a scaffolding pole outside his front door, and stamped on his foot with her stiletto heel. “Was it you who tried to scare the life out of me?”
Dick Charmer scrunched his eyes and tottered on one foot. "Get away from me you crazy woman."
Not satisfied with the answer, Olive kicked him in the shin with the pointed toe of her shoe. “Think yourself lucky I didn’t aim higher, lover boy.” Leaving him hanging to the scaffolding pole with his eyes crossed, she marched across to Bert, who was handcuffed to a scaffolding pole outside her front door. “Or was it you? You with your jealousy?”
Bert gave a snort of dismissive laughter. “Jealous? Who could blame me? Everybody could see how you was flirting with him over there. He’s a menace to women.”
“So it was you?”
“I didn’t say that.”
Olive stood with hands on hips and tapped her foot. “What are you saying?”
“I ain’t saying it was me who done it, I’m just saying it was him who made me do it. Er, some of it." He peered into the ground and muttered. "The scarecrow weren’t nothing to do with me.” Bert gave her a long pained look, then broke eye contact and sunk his head, studying his hands. “You never show me such affliction as you showed him.”
“Affection, Bert. You mean affection.”
“Yeah, that’s what I said, afflection.” Bert’s voice fell to a whisper and his shoulders sagged. “I don't think you like me no more. You don’t even wear that engagement ring I gave you.”
To be continued…
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The Thursday Murder Club by Richard Osman
My rating: 2 of 5 stars
There’s a lot to like and a lot to dislike in this story. I like that it’s cosy, funny, and heart-warming. The plot, however, is a tragedy. There are two murders, and every character in the book, of which there are many, has a motif. With so many twists, turns, and red herrings throughout the narrative, it lost me in a virtual maze.
But the author commits the gravest crime: he introduces a new, guilty character right at the end of the story. Tut, tut, naughty.
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