This is from 2017. The picture is a different one, as I couldn’t bring Lee’s picture over, I put a picture of a dog that looked exactly like my little guy from many years ago. Dobie.
All right, so I don’t have a dog. I wouldn’t let my cats read it, either.
Oy, Rodney! by Violet Crepuscular is one of those awful romance novels, but with an added twist: the author has hired goons–formal job description “literary consultants”–to go into bookstores and make thinly veiled threats. The plot ain’t nothin’ to write home about, either.
Can young Lord Jeremy Coldsore, 5th Viscount Atropine, win the love of the aging but still quite homely Dame Margo Cargo, the richest woman in Scurvyshire? Or will the mysterious stranger who looks like Ed Begley, but isn’t, get in first? What is the awful secret concealed under the Vicar’s plastic wading pool? And how come there’s no character in this book actually named Rodney?
The beginning of a great series. Violet always managed to keep us guessing about where things were going, next. Usually, they were going any direction but forward. 🙂
Sometimes I think Violet was guessing, too.
I’m certain of it. Too many toothpaste based snacks. 🙂
Fluoride will do that to the brain
It’s the breakfast of champions. 🙂
Wasn’t there an elusive Black Rodney, a sorcerer or something, who occasionally popped up? — or, rather, who was occasionally mentioned as lurking around or being the object of a hunt or something?
Violet always kept us in suspense about what in the world was going on in Scurveyshire and in her own neighborhood.
We’ll find out, eventually!