Helen Smith Proves a ‘Mad Hatter’ is Unnecessary For A Must-Read!
I recently received a true ‘gift’ in the mail from an author living in England. I was not only in love with the title right off the bat, but the cover, the synopsis and the first paragraph had me at ‘Hello.’
Alison Temple is what you would call a ‘stand-offish’ gal. The very first thing readers find out about her is the fact that when people asked her if she was married, she would reply: “I’m waiting for Mr. Wonderland and when I find him I’ll get married. Until then I’m staying single.” (Truer words have never been spoken – right, ladies?)
Anyway, Alison did get married, but it was one of those 50% that end in…yup…cheating. At least, Alison believed that her husband was a cheating ‘perv’ and she wanted out of a bad situation. So, what did she do? She hired an all-female (You Go Girls!) private detective agency to spy on him, and when they discovered Alison was completely correct in her assumption, she packed up and hit the road. The husband, by the way, disappeared completely. However, before she left, Alison put her wedding dress on the bed, sprayed red paint on it, and attached a note that read: “You broke my heart.” Talk about making a lasting statement.
Alison went on to gain employment with the very detective agency that’d found her husband cheating. Becoming an investigator, Alison is sent out on cases and also works part-time in the office. Here best friend, Taron, is what you would call a little bit ‘nuts’ and insists that her mother is a witch. (She’s not the only one).
Alison also knows Jeff, a very ‘poetic’ neighbor who is more than a little in love with Alison. Add to her world a psychic postman, and the various stories in this strange life jump right off the pages.
This is not a ‘lazy’ afternoon read. You have to pay attention because the plot is fast! But when the reader realizes that the plot and characters move quickly, this book will keep them on the edge of their La-Z-Boy’s waiting to see what they’ll do next.
Alison and her various pals tend to treat all their adventures with a calm serenity; they know Buddhist Drummers and spend time checking up on homeless babies. Perhaps some will find the narrative a bit crude at times but, to me, it was absolutely hysterical.
Until Next Time, Everybody,