Library Notes
August 28, 2003
By Pansy Hundley, Librarian.
My car headed for Oklahoma last week-end and I really felt that I should go along with it. So, I did.
Suzie got her a new cell phone recently. The front that lifts up to answer a call is silver. Well, I was at the Dollar Store the other day and, for $2.00, there was a little phone that looked almost exactly like hers'. It had Cheyenne's name on it. So, I really felt that I should take it to him. So, I did.
That phone would dial, with all appropriate sounds and sounded just like Suzie's when it rang. Cheyenne thought it was wonderful.
After we had eaten our dinner that night, things were still on the table and Cheyenne was walking around the table, playing with his new phone. Well, somehow that telephone fell into the dish of corn still setting on the table. Suzanne grabbed it out quickly and went to clean it off. We figured it would not make a sound after the dunking. But it did, worked just fine.
About an hour later, we, Suzie, Cheyenne and I, were sitting on the couch, reading Cheyenne's bedtime books, when suddenly, out of the blue, that telephone started ringing and would not stop Suzie said "Uh-oh, the corn juice got to it!" She had to get up and take the batteries out before it would stop ringing. We figured the phone was done for. But I suggested she leave it open on the cabinet all night and maybe it would dry out. Sure enough. She put it back together the next morning and it worked fine.
Cheyenne tried to talk to me on it the next day, but it wouldn't work. I don't think it was the corn juice though.
So, all you people out there with cell phones, don't drop them in the corn bowl. Something tells me that corn juice would not really be good for your phone. I think it would die a natural death right there, right now.
If the phones are all straightened out now, let's get on with the books. How about a new Elizabeth Lowell? Yeah! "Die in Plain Sight", which means that it is another mystery, you mystery fans.
"When Lacey Quinn inherits the striking landscapes painted by her late, much-loved grandfather, she believes they are as good as anything hanging in museums with California Impressionists today. Against her own family's wishes, she sets out to prove it. But the paintings now in her possession are more than the work of a talented master. They are anguished voices from the grave…..crying murder!
Suddenly more curious than ever before about the life, career and recent death of the enigmatic old man she loved but knew less about than she imagines, Lacey begins researching her grandfather's past -- and is rocked almost immediately by a strange series of violent events. Someone wants to steal her inheritance, to reduce the paintings to unrecognizable ashes in a suspicious blaze. Someone wants to prevent Lacey from examining her grandfather's work too closely…..by any means necessary.
Ian Lapstrake, a security specialist currently employed by the appraisal house Rareties Unlimited, has taken an interest in Lacey's inheritance…..and in her. He is troubled by what he sees, so he becomes Lacey's shadow, as her search for answers leads them both down an ever-darkening road paved with lies, blood, and devastating secrets, weaving its way through a twisted and shocking family history. For clues to a series of horrific, unexplained murders may be hidden in the brush strokes -- clues that have now indelibly marked Lacey and Ian for death."