Another Spellman hardcover copy found at good ol’ Chainon
thrift shop.
To be honest, it’s 2020 and
I don’t remember much from Installment #5 of the lovable Spellman series, so I'm
going to cheat with some bits and pieces from various goodread reviewers.
Isabel is back in the game working,
if not practically running, the family business, Spellman Investigations. Younger sister Rae is studying at Berkley U but
still helps out with cases. Her latest obsession is to convince the
newest employee, Demetrius Merriweather, to file a lawsuit against the state
for wrongful conviction and false imprisonment. I can't remember how the brother fits in the story but there are newer characters like baby Spellman, Sydney, and a
geriatric Spellman gets introduced.
What’s
more, Isabel’s her mom has inexplicably
enrolled in a number of classes, such as Russian and crochet (or is it croquet?
Isabel can’t read her writing). Could she be behaving this way because her parents are thinking of retiring? Her Dad remains on his 'health-food diet'
without his knowing since Demetrius does all the cooking. Isabel is still living
with boyfriend Henry, but his mom is visiting and Isabel still can't bring herself to give him
the answer to that pesky question. All
this with the usual roster of oddball clients and their cases.
Even though things ended happily and
romantically between Isabel and Henry in the last book, Henry was mostly MIA in this installment. There were no exchanges between him and Rae
and worse, the chemistry between Henry & Isabel has already petered out. Sadly, I had similar feelings for Book 5. Don't get me wrong, this Spellman book is still a treat to read, but it felt like it was starting to run out of steam.
We knew we were doomed. The kiss was a warm acceptance of years of bickering, years of me consuming foods that I found barely edible and Henry tidying up after someone who already thought she had tidied up. When I kissed Henry I wasn't imagining Ex-boyfriend #13; I was picturing Husband #1.
We knew we were doomed. The kiss was a warm acceptance of years of bickering, years of me consuming foods that I found barely edible and Henry tidying up after someone who already thought she had tidied up. When I kissed Henry I wasn't imagining Ex-boyfriend #13; I was picturing Husband #1.
