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Joanne Fluke's Hannah Swensen series has won high praise while satisfying the discerning tastes of mystery fans and food connoiseurs alike. When Hannah's mother' cherished cake knife is used to kill a beautiful out-of-towner at the town of Lake Eden's annual Christmas party, the stage is set for Hannah to once again unmask a killer.
In her first holiday mystery, Fluke (Fudge Cupcake Murder, etc.) takes her series heroine, Hannah Swensen, amateur sleuth and owner of the Cookie Jar bakery in Lake Eden, Minn., through a delectable culinary romp. Hannah has compiled a cookbook of the locals' favorite recipes, which are to be featured at the Christmas party at Lake Eden's community center. All the residents gather for a festive evening, including Martin Dubinski and his wife of two days, Brandi Wyen, a Las Vegas dancer who's decked out in a new fur coat and antique emerald ring. The couple provide much food for thought and speculation, especially for Martin's mother, ex-mother-in-law and ex-wife. Cleaning up after the dinner, Hannah notices her mother's silver cake knife is missing; soon after, she finds the knife stuck in the chest of the new Mrs. Dubinski, who's lying dead in the parking lot. With her sisters and friends, she goes into action to help Det. Mike Kingston solve the case. Wacky and delightful characters, plus tempting recipes from appetizers to desserts, make this lighthearted offering sure to please the palate of any cozy fan. (Oct. 5) FYI: The book's last half consists of recipes, including an index. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
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June 18, 2009: This is one of my favorite series but this one was sorta dissapointing. I don't want to give away the ending, but it was very blahhhhhh and was ironic that it could call itself a murder mystery.
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April 02, 2006: SUGAR COOKIE MURDER was an ingenious holiday offering, which would satisfy off-season as well. Being snowed in under high flavor was great entertainment escape. I enjoyed the leap into the reality of my kitchen of Hannah and friends tweaking, testing recipes, the names and flavors of which paraded through the plot. As I skimmed the ?cookbook? section, I realized I?d be able to fondly recall titles from the story. Each title promised a unique, ?history? laden treat, sans off-beat ingredients, easy enough to conjure in real life even for a wild, hair-brained cook who rarely follows a recipe. As usual, the plot melted out like heated butter. Since Mike was a Fluky fool when it came to seeing through Shawna Lee, Hannah was allowed to seethe her dark-side toward the ?lady,? which may have taken the heat off Hannah?s mother. In this one the early morning phone call from Dolores didn?t even get a hiss from Moshie, though it did get spits of steam (well chewed down) from Hannah. I was relieved that the murder didn?t occur until the holiday event had extended well into relishing the pot luck entrees. I had visions of Sugar Plums going sour as characters? mouths watered in vain. Instead, each recipe was mentioned and described as it was placed onto the banquet tables. I enjoyed Lake Eden?s Cookie Jar town being condensed into the community center walls and parking lot, with satisfying entertainment flowing through the culinary concoctions, social machinations, and a school jazz band. Fluke proved the point that small towns are very much NOT boring, as Brandi Wyen had whined. Lake Eden was the antithesis of that for people who weren?t boring themselves. I wondered if Fluke set the murder midway into the plot to dramatize that Hannah?s ?Cookie-Jar-Town? didn?t need murder and detecting to make it an interesting, satisfying read. (Is there a contrast to Sinclair Lewis here?) Fluke perfectly piled on small town charms, without being too sentimental, interjecting plenty of spice and savory, expanding every-which-way beyond Hannah?s basic but crafty cookies. After Fluke had the charm simmering, she popped the murder and sizzled it perfectly (on ice), with a twist in the resolution which returned full circle to her original point of dramatizing The Good Life and The Good People. In a Partridge in a Pear Tree denouement, a new baby was brought into the fold as a delicious ?line dance,? floor-pacing was performed poshly without practice, in the maternity ward hallway. Fluke?s light touch can fool readers (while reading but afterthoughts can be telling) into thinking her stories are mere entertainment confections. How mere are confections? How potent is entertainment? Some of the best hints came out here about which beau Hannah might favor. I?m now 99% certain I know. Prior to SUGAR COOKIE, I had no clue, and enjoyed that state of balanced confusion. SUGAR COOKIE MURDER is a winner, a complex (more than I would have anticipated), perfect gift to buy for yourself any time you need a lift into the inner warmth of a Minnesota winter. The before, during, and after effect is better than Prozac. Take the small-town-sugar-pill! For whatever ails, it treats better than many medicines.