On Sundays, we look at the beginnings of a Peter Abrahams novel, including those written under the Spencer Quinn moniker (meaning we get to write that strange word “moniker” on a weekly basis!). Here’s the start of Down the Rabbit Hole, my first children’s book and the first in the Echo Falls trilogy. It came out the same year as my adult book Oblivion, and won the Agatha award for best children’s mystery.

[“A standout novel… The no-nonsense tone of the well-written prose, the multifacted characters, the hint of romance, and the subtly structured mystery open the potential fan base to include just about everyone.”
– Starred Review, Bulletin of the Center for Children’s Books]

Ingrid Levin-Hill, three weeks past her thirteenth birthday, sat thinking in her orthodontist’s waiting room. You’re born cute. Babies are cute. Not hard to guess why – it’s so everyone will forgive them for being such a pain. You grow a little older, and people say, “What beautiful hair,” or “Get a load of those baby blues,” or something nice that keeps you thinking you’re still on the cuteness track. Then you hit twelve or thirteen and boom, they tell you everything needs fixing.


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9 Responses to “Beginnings”

  1. Wose-The Small and Meek
    11:17 am on November 10th, 2019


    Ingrid, I can relate! :^)

    A very good day to all!

  2. B. Stover
    1:46 pm on November 10th, 2019

    Love this series.

    Good afternoon all.

  3. Thieves!
    5:15 pm on November 10th, 2019

    Before we found legal representation in the expert likes of Maury, the paw not the dog we were forced to get by on our cuteness.

  4. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:47 pm on November 10th, 2019

    Series!…This is one of my most favorite series EVER!…snort!…I’m sure we will be re-reading all 2+1 books very soon!…chuff!

  5. Riõ - The Evil Pug
    9:51 pm on November 10th, 2019

    Ingrid Levin-Hill!…Precursor to Ruby!…wheeze!…And who here can forget Zippy the dawg?..snorkel!

  6. BooBear
    10:13 pm on November 10th, 2019

    Hi, guys! I’m back from a weekend in Houston. And what a lot I’ve missed!

    First, congrats on Bev getting out of the hospital. Hopefully, she’s not already up and taking care of Coach and Snowbella.

    MR BIG!!! Welcome to the blog! I’ve just caught up with 3 days of postings and was so impressed to hear your voice here. And I see your attendant was able to find out how to get your picture loaded. I always get so amused by our humans that think we don’t get on the counters. Any cat owner who thinks their precious cat never counter surfs is living in lala land. And, of course, you should get equal amounts of special food as Sadie gets. What does weight have to do with it? You are entitled. Keep up with the attendant training. Perhaps Staff can give her pointers on correct cat ownership of their humans.

  7. BooBear
    10:19 pm on November 10th, 2019

    Wose! I forgot to mention the commercial you commented on. It reminds Mom of Howie too. She won’t even fast forward through the commercial when it is on. She watches it every time.

  8. Mr. Big
    12:29 am on November 11th, 2019

    Boo Bear: Attendant training is slow going. It has been four years and there is a long way to go. She is currently frustrated that I take my time deciding to go outside. Well, temps are below freezing. This happens EVERY YEAR at this time. I need a few moments to assess wind chill and moisture levels—hence I am half in and half out sniffing the air. Often I turn away from the door but a few minutes later want to give it another go. The second time may or may not result in a nudge on the butt but the third time definitely does. If I was a svelte 15 pounds like Denali, it means being picked up and deposited outside—hence me weighing 23 pounds. heh heh

  9. Ole Doc
    5:40 am on November 11th, 2019

    Bigs: Your reasoning is sound. I tested the same theory with my Lady. I didn’t think she could pick me up. Turns out she can when properly motivated. It only happened once. She was bringing me inside the house after an injury. Also turns out that me wanting to be lifted onto the big bed each night was not sufficient motivation…for her anyway.

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