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基本信息·出版社：Minotaur Books
·页码：256 页
·出版日期：2007年04月
·ISBN：031234337X
·International Standard Book Number：031234337X
·条形码：9780312343378
·EAN：9780312343378
·装帧：精装
·正文语种：英语
内容简介 Ellie Haskell---the formerly plump girl turned Thin Woman and happily married mother of three---is also a sometime sleuth and a Gothic romance addict. When her husband’s young cousin, Ariel, turns up unexpectedly and begs Ellie to come to the Yorkshire moors to investigate some strange events at the house that her family has recently bought with their lottery winnings, Ellie can’t resist---especially since Cragstone House sounds so much like the delightfully musty manors she reads about in books.
And so Ellie and her husband set off for Yorkshire, accompanied by their irrepressible housekeeper and co-conspirator in crime solving, Mrs. Roxie Malloy, who happens to have a long-lost sister in the area. Things at Cragstone House are even more dire than Ellie expected. It’s bad enough that the kindly cook, Mrs. Cake, has suffered a mysterious fall down the stairs, and a visiting vicar has keeled over dead while drinking a cup of tea, but one of the neighbors turns out to be Mrs. Cake’s husband’s glamorous old flame, whom Ellie finds more menacing than any cold-blooded killer. Ellie has always thought it would be wonderful to be the heroine of a Gothic romance, but now she’s beginning to wonder: Will she be able to solve the mystery and get out of Bronte country with her life, and her marriage, intact?
作者简介 Dorothy Cannell, a mother of four, grandmother of ten, and owner of a King Charles Spaniel, was born in England and moved to the United States when she was twenty. After living in Peoria, Illinois, for years, she and her husband recently moved to Belfast, Maine. Her first Ellie Haskell novel,
The Thin Woman, was selected as one of the 100 Favorite Mysteries of the Twentieth Century by the Independent Mystery Booksellers Association. This is her eleventh mystery featuring the Ellie, whom
Booklist describes as “part Miss Marple, part modern British mum.”
媒体推荐 Praise for Dorothy Cannell and her Ellie Haskell Mysteries
“Dorothy Cannell continues to astonish me with her wit.”
---Joan Hess
“Thoroughly entertaining.”
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Cosmopolitan “Wickedly witty, good bubbly fun.”
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Cleveland Plain Dealer “Sparkling wit and outlandish characters.”
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Chicago Sun-Times “Cannell pushes the British cozy into the contemporary world.”
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Booklist 专业书评 From Publishers WeeklyNear the start of Cannell's witty 13th Ellie Haskell mystery (after 2002's
The Importance of Being Ernestine), Ellie's precocious 13-year-old niece, Ariel Hopkins, shows up at the Haskells' house, Merlin Court, one stormy night. Ariel, who's read too many gothic novels, has made her way from far-away Yorkshire, where her father, Tom, and stepmother, Betty, after winning the lottery, bought an Elizabethan mansion dubbed by Ariel "Withering Heights." Ariel claims that her wicked stepmom is obsessed with finding the body of Nigel Gallagher, the mansion's previous owner, whom Betty believes was murdered by his wife, Lady Fiona. Meanwhile, Ellie's oddball housekeeper, Mrs. Malloy, has wanted to mend fences with her estranged sister, Melody Tabby, who happens to live in the same town as the Hopkinses. So Ellie, husband Ben and Mrs. Malloy set off for Yorkshire to return Ariel to her parents and do a bit of investigating. The result is a funny, entertaining puzzler.
(Apr.) Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
From BooklistEllie and Ben Haskell, along with their employee Mrs. Malloy, travel to Cragstone House in Yorkshire after Ariel Hopkins, daughter of Ben's cousin, Tom, asks for Ellie's help in investigating the strange, somewhat ghostly goings-on at the gothic manor. Tom and his wife, Betty, recently purchased the manor from the financially strapped Lady Fiona after they won the lottery. Betty is convinced Lady Fiona murdered her husband, who has disappeared. With the cook laid up with an injured ankle, Ben takes over the cooking, and Ellie handles the investigating. Ellie's life becomes more complicated when Ben meets up with an old girlfriend, and it seems the flame has been rekindled. Humor, quirky characters, and gothic underpinnings add to this eleventh in a series that will appeal to fans of Nancy Atherton's Aunt Dimity series, another family-centered British cozy.
Sue O'BrienCopyright © American Library Association. All rights reserved 文摘 Chapter One The storm hurled itself against the blurred contours of the house like an angry sea. Thunder roared, lightning flared, and the wind moaned, subsiding for a moment, then whooshing back with renewed ferocity. Clouds drifted across the bruised and bloated sky. It was early afternoon, but it might well have been the dead of night, fit only for human beasts of prey and the shadowy vigils of unholy spirits denied respite beneath a sanctified churchyard earth. A tree branch brushed my arm with skeletal fingers as I scuttled across the courtyard after parking my car in the old stable. I screeched but did not panic, until a wildly flapping moon-colored thing made a dive for me as I neared the back door. Stumbling sideways, I still became entangled in its clammy folds. No bird this, but a shroud in search of a body. (Well . . . it could be I overreacted a little. My husband, Ben, claims I do that sometimes.) Having fought my way free, I reassessed the situation. Perhaps I was merely dealing with a sheet blown off the line. But a very nasty evil-minded sheet, for sure. I was glad to step into my bright kitchen at Merlin’s Court. Setting down my handbag and packages, I peeled off my raincoat and hung it on a hook in the alcove, then shook out my damp hair before weaving it back into a plait. Living on our part of the English coast, with its cliffs and rocky shoreline, we are prone to ferocious storms. But I had stayed up late the previous evening devouring the final gripping chapters of The Night Visitor, so it wasn’t surprising that my imagination had started to run amuck on the drive home through the blinding rain. Tobias the cat was seated on the broad window ledge, where he is never supposed to be. Typically, he looked at me as though I were the one about to get into trouble. Apart from his twitching whiskers there was no sign of life. All was neat and tidy, a kitchen o
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