Jane Jeffry has a new hobby: the theater––specifically, a rundown theater that close pal Shelly and her husband have donated to a local college drama department. Jane has graciously agreed to lend her taste buds to the college's newest production, helping Shelly judge prospective caterers who will be feeding the actors. But soon she's drawn deeper into the real life drama surrounding the play than she ever hoped or anticipated.
The cast is embroiled in petty, off–stage jealousies, ego trips and power struggles, all of which are further fueled by the clueless, blowhard director. Even the presence of two aging professional thespians––a lecherous old boozer and his genteel, seriously gifted wife––fails to bring a sense of decorum to this train wreck of a production. And the plot takes a decidedly darker turn when a particularly rebellious young performer exits stage left––permanently––courtesy of a head–bashing killer! Now Jane and Shelly have their own roles to play in this twisted, true life theatrical where each member of the dramatis personae has a make–up case full of secrets, masks and motives.
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Review Summary: More of a peep than a scream
Review: I have to admit to being rather ambivalent about Jill Churchill's books at this point (this is the fifth I've read). They're definitely light and fluffy, but perhaps a bit too fluffy. And there is the irony that the main character, Jane, is supposed to be a "grammar buff", but the book itself had a few obvious grammatical mistakes (I should have written them down at the time, I can't remember them now!). The story was... okay... the writing was... okay. Nothing special, nothing awful - it's one of those books that if you read a few hundred books a year, it's worth giving a quick read. But if you read less than that, or if it's going to take you more than a day to read it, I wouldn't bother. There are far better mystery novels out there.
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Review Summary: Love this series..but not this one....
Review: I love this Jane Jeffry Mysteries, but this one left me kind missing the mystery. I love reading how Jane and Shelley seem to always get involved in a mystery, but this time it seemed to swing more toward Jane's boyfriend, Mel VanDynem, who was the focus of the book and not the two of them. I felt there was too much 'fluff filler' about the whole catering thing. I had stopped reading the series a couple years ago, but thought I would give it another go with this book. Now, might be another few years before the next one....
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Review Summary: Disappointing--and bad grammar!
Review: I have read other Jill Churchill novels, and this one definitely is the worst. I would hazard to guess it is ghost-written by a very amateur writer. The detail about needlepoint and food, plus the extra characters who added nothing to the novel, just detracted from the story line. If these extraneous items were omitted, how much of the novel would be left? Characters seemed lacking in any dimensionality at all, with stilted conversation. Do these characters ever work at real jobs? Unbelievable! And to top it off, the stilted, incomplete sentences and bad grammar added to the choppiness of the dull conversation. Compared to other mystery novels, of which I read many, this seemed to be written at kindergarten level. Finally, the recommendations on the cover, which dared to compare this novel to Dame Agatha Christie, were insulting.
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Review Summary: Enjoyable series entry
Review: Another fun and interesting visit with Jane and friends. And I'd like to remind some readers that not all mysteries are about murders.
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Review Summary: Appalling
Review: I haven't words to say how much I hated this book. The writing is simply awful. It reads like it was written by a not-very-talented seventh grader. The plot is limp because the murder (which takes place in a theatre) takes a distant second place to the needlepoint lessons. There is absolutely no characterization - none. To call the characters cardboard would be a compliment. There isn't a bit of wit, grace, or elegance in this
prose, and nothing interesting ever happens. I wasn't merely bored by this book, I was insulted. And there isn't enough money in the universe that would make me read anything else by this author.