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279 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 3, 2013
Okay, I admit it. Every now and then, I like to take a break from hardcore mysteries and pick up a cozy. When I do, one of my favorite fixes is Cindy Blackburn's Cue Ball series. First off, the heroine is my age ... or nearly my age. (Let's just say she's on the shady side of 50.) She's a former pool shark, prone to occasional fits of near-crotchetiness. She talks to her cat. I mean, come on, you have got to like a woman like that!
You ask me—and your sort of are, if you're reading this review—Blackburn's wry humor is endlessly entertaining. Her series regulars are a hoot, especially the heroine's southern mama, who's genteel and only as ditzy as she wants to be, when she wants to be. The mysteries are honest and tightly woven. No red herrings here, sister.
Four Play, (a nifty play on words, as you'll discover when you read it) is no exception. It made me laugh out loud. It kept me guessing, mainly because it has more twists than a licorice stick. As a writer, I absolutely loved the scenes where Jessie Hewitt wrestles with her muse and loses badly. Who knew writer's block could be funny?
I had a good time reading this book, and I had a good time reading the three before it. I think you would have a good time reading them, too.