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Beginnings (More)

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November 4th, 2018 Posted 6:45 am

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams books in chronological order, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here from 2017 – #37, THE RIGHT SIDE, a Peter Abrahams novel in every way, if you . There is a dog in it (in common with many of his novels, starting with Garth in the very first one, THE FURY OF RACHEL MONETTE) but no dog narration. That didn’t happen until DOG ON IT.

[“A great suspense novel, and so much more. You won’t forget the heroic LeAnne Hogan — and the same goes for her dog! Not to be missed.” – Harlan Coben]

“Just want to make sure I’ve got your name right.” The man – Machado, read the tag hung around his neck – swiveled sideways to check his computer. The chair made a squeaky sound, intolerable to the woman sitting on the other side of the desk. It sparked a headache in the spot where her headaches got sparked these days, a headache that then blossomed like an explosion in slow motion, so slow you might have thought it would peter out, or be easily stopped. She knew better.

Machado – Dr. Ernest Machado, Psychiatric Services, according to the name tag – squinted at the screen. “Still getting used to these darn progressives,” he said, tapping his glasses.

“Poor you,” she said.

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Public Service Announcement

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October 11th, 2018 Posted 8:38 am

Here’s a public service announcement from the Bureau of Imagination Regulation: The Chet and Bernie series can be read in any order. (But if you want to start with DOG ON IT, first in the series, this recent Amazon customer review might be of help: “We all need a lift. You don’t have to be a dog lover to love this series (although I am). Chet the dog, in his unique narrative style, aptly tells of his compelling adventures with his partner, P.I. Bernie Little of the Littlle Detective Agency. Together, these two sleuths solve their cases with great aplomb and lots of doggy humor thrown in. I needed a break from heavy, sad tomes and this series does the trick. I’m already on number three of the series and have every intention of completing the entire set.”) [Note – HEART OF BARKNESS is the newest book in the series, coming July 2. Available for preorder.]

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Beginnings (More)

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June 10th, 2018 Posted 9:01 am

On Sundays we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams books in chronological order, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here from 2009 – #22, DOG ON IT, first in the Chet and Bernie series. It reached #7 on the NYT bestsellers list.

[“At last, a dog lover’s mystery that portrays dogs as they really are…. Quinn’s characters are endearing, and his narrative is intriguing, fast-moving, and well written. Even cat lovers will find it entertaining. [DOG ON IT] is highly recommended.”
– Library Journal (starred review)]

I could smell him – or rather the booze on his breath, before he even opened the door – but my sense of smell is pretty good, probably better than yours. The key scratched against the lock, finally found the slot. The door opened and in, with a little stumble, came Bernie Little, founder and part-owner (his ex-wife Leda walked off with the rest) of the Little Detective Agency. I’d seen him look worse, but not often.

He mustered a weak smile. “Hey, Chet.”

I raised my tail and let it thump down on the rug, just so, sending a message.

“I’m a little late, sorry. Need to go out?”

Why would that be? Just because my back teeth were floating? But then I thought, what the hell, the poor guy, and I went over and pressed my head against the side of his leg. He scratched between my ears, really digging his fingers in, the way I like. Bliss. How about a little more, down the back of the neck? I hunched my shoulders a bit, giving him the idea. Ah, nice. Very nice.

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Happy Thanksgiving!

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November 23rd, 2017 Posted 9:11 am

Here, from DOG ON IT, the first mention (there are lots) of Thanksgiving in the Chet and Bernie series:

 

Albie Rose lived in the biggest house I’d ever seen, more like a palace, surrounded by high walls. A guy with big shoulders and a gun on his hip led us across vast green lawns to a huge swimming pool. On a deck chair by the pool lay a fat old man in a tiny bathing suit. His skin was oiled and deeply tanned, just about the color and texture of a turkey Leda had left too long in the oven one Thanksgiving. I tried not to look.

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