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September Mourn (Bed-and-Breakfast, #11)

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3.83483 votes • 27 reviews
Published 05 Sep 2000
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Format Paperback
Pages320
Edition10
Publisher Avon
ISBN 0380785188
ISBN139780380785186
Languageeng



Murder is nothing to crow about…
Fall has fallen upon Judith McMonigle Flynn, leaving her Hillside Manor nearly devoid of guests. And what better cure for the off-season blahs than a brief bout of B&B sitting for a friend amid the quiet rustic splendor of secluded Chavez Island? Judith and cousin Renie both are more than ready for some relaxation. But their peace goes to pieces when Renie conks an odious interloping blowhard on the noggin with a heavy china dish—and, moments later, the woozy lout takes a fatal tumble down an inconvenient staircase. Judith suspects that death by dinnerware was not the real cause of this fellow’s demise. But to prove her cantankerous cuz innocent, she’ll have to uncover the real killer from among the motley island crew. And that could pile a lot more nastiness on Judith’s plate than the harried bed-and-breakfast hostess can consume in one sitting!

"September Mourn (Bed-and-Breakfast, #11)" Reviews

Kathy
- The United States
5
Mon, 08 May 2017

Love this series!!!

The Badger
- The United States
3
Tue, 05 Jul 2016

I have an affinity for cozy mysteries. They generally aren't written in pursuit of a spot on the bestseller list; rather, cozies are written to give the reader a sense of comfort and calm (ironically, by way of murder).
My mom read cozies to escape her three eccentric young daughters and grumpy husband: one daughter, the artist, painted five-foot tall green flowers on the side of the freshly painted rental when she was four; the adventurous daughter asked which way north was, and was found by neighbors five hours later walking up the beach, wearing a backpack, in pursuit of Santa in the North Pole (we lived on an island--she wasn't the brightest of the three of us); and the oldest daughter (that would be I) caused her first-year kindergarten teacher to quit by demanding that all classroom toy soldiers and toy weapons be removed from the classroom so that her classmates would not become violent adults, and that the teacher immediately stop smoking on her breaks because she would surely die of lung cancer. As to my mother's husband, he had some strange notion that feeding 40 stray cats, a stray goat, a duck, and 4 turtles (not stray) out of a 2-bedroom apartment was odd. He also became irrationally upset when the cat gave birth in his shoe. So you see, for my mother, it was either read a cozy or drink (or possibly dispose of the children and husband).
Years later, when my grandmother came to live with us (bigger house, different country, revolving pet door, dad retired and usually lost in Best Buy, girls now goth, theater geek, and raver) we slowly replaced her true crime books with cozies in order to keep her from roaming the house at night after taking her pain pills, looking for the Son of Sam whilst armed with a shoe horn.
And all this is how I came to read cozies myself, because they were always there to help me escape my crazy family, you could carry on a screaming match with a sibling and not miss much in the book, and thanks to grandma's Dahmer intervention, there were always a shitload in the house. (Serious reading was done away from the insane people.)I have an affinity for cozy mysteries. They generally aren't written in pursuit of a spot on the bestseller list; rather, cozies are written to give the reader a sense of comfort and calm (ironically, by way of murder).
My mom read cozies to escape her three eccentric young daughters and grumpy husband: one daughter, the artist, painted five-foot tall green flowers on the side of the freshly painted rental when she was four; the adventurous daughter asked which way north was, and was found by neighbors five hours later walking up the beach, wearing a backpack, in pursuit of Santa in the North Pole (we lived on an island--she wasn't the brightest of the three of us); and the oldest daughter (that would be I) caused her first-year kindergarten teacher to quit by demanding that all classroom toy soldiers and toy weapons be removed from the classroom so that her classmates would not become violent adults, and that the teacher immediately stop smoking on her breaks because she would surely die of lung cancer. As to my mother's husband, he had some strange notion that feeding 40 stray cats, a stray goat, a duck, and 4 turtles (not stray) out of a 2-bedroom apartment was odd. He also became irrationally upset when the cat gave birth in his shoe. So you see, for my mother, it was either read a cozy or drink (or possibly dispose of the children and husband).
Years later, when my grandmother came to live with us (bigger house, different country, revolving pet door, dad retired and usually lost in Best Buy, girls now goth, theater geek, and raver) we slowly replaced her true crime books with cozies in order to keep her from roaming the house at night after taking her pain pills, looking for the Son of Sam whilst armed with a shoe horn.
And all this is how I came to read cozies myself, because they were always there to help me escape my crazy family, you could carry on a screaming match with a sibling and not miss much in the book, and thanks to grandma's Dahmer intervention, there were always a shitload in the house. (Serious reading was done away from the insane people.)

Susan
- Columbus, OH
3
Wed, 28 Jan 2009

Judith Flynn and her cousin Renie go to one of the remote, beautiful Santa Lucia islands to help out a fellow bed-and-breakfast hostess. There are fewer than a dozen people living on the island, but someone, apparently, has murdered one of the guests. Judith's sympathetic manner and subtle questions unearth hidden secrets among the close-lipped residents.

Pat
- Huntingtown, MD
3
Fri, 02 Jan 2015

Cousins go to babysit a b&b on an island. One hits obnoxious guy over head with plate and next thing he is dead from another blow to head.
Pretty Good. Judith and Renie at Chavez Island.

Maggie
- The United States
3
Wed, 21 Jan 2015

Ok cozy mystery of a small island, a guest murdered and old secrets.

Lauri
- The United States
4
Fri, 05 Jan 2018

The zany cousins are up to their old tricks! Judith & Renie are filling in for an old high school friend at her B&B on tiny Chavez Island. It's a quiet, beautiful spot, but rather isolated. Everything seems wonderful until the murder! The 2 are on the case trying hard to get straight answers from the close-mouthed islanders & being foiled at every turn. Very twisty & tricky! I didn't solve til the very end. See how well you do!

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