Beyond Absolution: A mystery set in 1920s Ireland (A Reverend Mother Mystery) by [Harrison, Cora]

Reverend Mother Aquinas must discover who murdered a much-loved priest in the third of this compelling new Irish historical mystery series.

Ireland. 1925. Pierced through to the brain, the dead body of the priest was found wedged into the small, dark confessional cubicle. Loved by all, Father Dominic had lent a listening ear to sinners of all kinds: gunmen and policemen; prostitutes and nuns; prosperous businessmen and petty swindlers; tradesmen and thieves. But who knelt behind the metal grid and inserted a deadly weapon into that listening ear?

The Reverend Mother Aquinas can do nothing for Father Dominic, but for the sake of his brother, her old friend Father Lawrence, she is determined to find out who killed him, and why.
Ireland in the 1920’s was an interesting time in history. With six counties still belonging to the UK, and most of Ireland wanting them back, you had all kinds of groups causing trouble and meting out justice as they see fit.

When a normal Saturday confession at Holy Trinity Church in Cork ends with the discovery of Father Dominic’s body in the confessional. Stabbed through the ear and murdered. Reverend Mother grew up with Dominic and his brother Lawrence and she is determined to find out who did this horrible crime and why.

As she gathers information and passes it on to Inspector Patrick Cashman who is working this case and was a student of Reverend Mothers long ago.

There is a little bit of everything in this story. Reverend Mother is a wonderfully imagined character. Each character in the book had his or her own story and it made the story very real. Even the ending I appreciated.

Another really good read from Ms. Harrison and Severn House!  Release Date is August 1, 2017.

Poor Emily Post Must Be Rolling Over In Her Grave!


Well it’s noon here and I’m still lazing around in bed with a huge mug of tea. I feel like I’ve missed that window of opportunity to get up and gt dressed so I may as well see this through and stay where I’m at. I’m no quitter.

I’m currently reading Odd but True by Cat Winters, which doesn’t come out until September so you’ll have to wait until then to hear about it!

It’s been a regular show down at the O.K. Corral up in Washington. So I am trying my best not to react with a scathing article on grownups acting like 4 year olds! No, that’s not quite true. Our four-year old would never behave that badly in public.

What in the world has happened to Kindness? My theory? I’m so glad you asked…Kindness needs to be modeled by the people who are raising you. I learned about kindness from my father. He was kind to everyone he met. And not some phony way. It was in him, and he taught us all to be the same way. It costs nothing to be kind. And it costs nothing to defend those who are and to avoid those that aren’t.

Emily Post must be rolling over in her grave! Manners, people! Use them, get some and teach your children about them. Basically if you can’t think of something nice to say, smile and move on. Oh, for those of you who don’t know who Emily Post is, she was an American author famous for writing about etiquette ( or how to behave in public)

Back to reading! Have a safe and peaceful Sunday!

xx Patricia

Time To Get Out The Rainstick, Y’all!

I was trying to clean up my Kindle this morning and came across these lovely titles that I decided had to stay there. I could not hit that delete button on them. Each one of them speaks of a time or a place that is a part of me.

So of course I had to share them. Do you have books that you keep forever for that reason? What are they?

I was so hoping that rain they promised would come our way, but no. Supposedly it should come through tonight, but unless we all get together and dance with the rainstick, I don’t see that happening. In this part of the country its feast or famine. Extremes. Ask for a nice soaking rain and you’ll get a Cat.5 tornado or a drought and heat so extreme you think you are in the Dustbowl!

Gardens are shriveling up and water restrictions are in place which doesn’t bode well for my favorite Watermelon Festival.

I am seriously going to bet on that TBR list today. So if the rain gods would cooperate that would be great!

Stay Cool Y’all!

What’s on the TBR pile today?

A Murder Too Soon: A Tudor Mystery  Lie to Me Bored and Brilliant: How Spacing Out Can Unlock Your Most Productive & Creative Self Odd & True

Lies She Told Chickadee Chickadee Bang Bang (A Bird Lover's Mystery #5) Sleep Like a Baby (Aurora Teagarden, #10) Hanna Who Fell from the Sky

Two of these I have already completed and popped into the Draft folder. All of these come out in September, so I have a bit of time to read some cosy mysteries in between the heavy stuff!

The past couple of weeks have been jam-packed with deadlines and personal obligations so today I’m taking my Kindle to the lake for some much-needed decompression time.

Y’all have a good Wednesday and  maybe send us some rain if you’re feeling generous!


The Wildling Sisters by EVE CHASE *Release Day*

The Wildling Sisters

Nineteen fifty-nine. The four Wilde sisters, Isla, Violet, Maggie and Dot, are spending the summer in the Cotswolds, at Applecote Manor. Affectionately called the Wildlings, the sisters are exceptionally close, yet this year there’s a sense of nostalgia. Things are changing.

Except for Applecote itself, a house that seems frozen in time. The sisters haven’t been there in five years; not since their cousin Audrey mysteriously vanished.

But as they discover Applecote’s dark secrets and new temptations, the sisters begin to grow apart. Until the night everything spirals out of control and the Wildlings form a bond far thicker than blood . . .

Told in a dual timeline, it was very easy to follow the story. Mainly because it starts out in the 1950’s, so most of the people are still alive over 50 years later when a new family buys Applecote. Jessie, new wife and mother plus step-mother to a snotty teen-aged daughter whose own mother died a few years. Will is Jessie’s husband and Bella’s father as well as the new little girl, Romy.

The house seems to be alive, breathing as it contracts and constricts, seemingly at will. Something bad has happened in this house  And it feels like they may have made a horrible mistake.

Margot is the voice we hear of the four sisters. The story of that last fateful summer at Applecote and how all of their lives were drastically changed forever.

The writing is easy to read, there is a good flow to it and the characters are all flawed in some way and yet in a way that only family can do, they find the truth and come out on the other side much different from when they came to the house.

I love the title and cover and I hope you will give this one a read! A good summer escape read!

Books,Books and More Books Reviews thanks Netgalley and Penguin Random House for this lovely read!

Eve Chase

Eve Chase is the pseudonym of a journalist who has worked extensively across the British press.

Eve Chase always wanted to write about families – ones that go wrong but somehow survive – and big old houses, where family secrets and untold stories seed in the crumbling stone walls.

Black Rabbit Hall is such a story.

She lives in Oxford, England with her husband and three children.

The Marriage Pact by Michelle Richmond Releasing Tomorrow

The Marriage Pact
Newlyweds, Alice and Jake are a picture-perfect couple. Alice, once a singer in a well-known rock band, is now a successful lawyer. Jake is a partner in an up-and-coming psychology practice. Their life together holds endless possibilities. After receiving an enticing wedding gift from one of Alice’s prominent clients, they decide to join an exclusive and mysterious group known only as The Pact.

The goal of The Pact seems simple: to keep marriages happy and intact. And most of its rules make sense. Always answer the phone when your spouse calls. Exchange thoughtful gifts monthly. Plan a trip together once per quarter. . . . Never mention The Pact to anyone.

Alice and Jake are initially seduced by the glamorous parties, the sense of community, their widening social circle of like-minded couples. And then one of them breaks the rules. The young lovers are about to discover that for adherents to The Pact, membership, like marriage, is for life. And The Pact will go to any lengths to enforce that rule. For Jake and Alice, the marriage of their dreams is about to become their worst nightmare. 

The title of the book was intriguing.

Jake, a therapist and Alice, a former semi-famous band member, now an attorney, are getting married. When her boss asks to attend, Alice thinks it’s a kind gesture. It is not.

Marriage is hard enough without having a third-party involved in it. While I was still intrigued for the first third of the book, after that it became tedious and hard to believe.

We’ve seen a lot of books like this lately. Books that show super smart people behaving in ways that you know is just not believable. And that was my problem with the book, it made me not like any of the characters, especially the main two.

It was just unbelievable that two highly educated people, one a therapist even, were this dumb.


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I came to you broken
A million jagged pieces
asking you to give me back what I was.

Raging against the storm
the rain stinging my face
I demand this

Give me back my self
I need to know myself
I need to see myself

I beg, I plead, I cajole
but there is only the wind and the rain
the wildness of the storm

It is the same storm
that lives inside of my soul
It is the same storm that has ripped out my heart
and left me in this broken, empty state

I am angry, beyond angry
I don’t want to be here anymore,
I don’t want to do this
although I am not even sure what this is

By dawn, the storm and I  have both exhausted our fury
The sky is clearing and I am left in a heap
on the wet grass
Spent, empty, cleansed

As I open my eyes I see one tiny shard
Sparkling on the ground
Written on it is the word Peace

I pick it up and smile
Nothing is what I thought
Nothing is in my control
I can only collect the tiny pieces of my soul
one at a time and put myself back together

Today would have been my father’s birthday. I wrote this after a week of over 100 degree heat and finally a storm blew in. I’ve put myself back together again, but the pieces will never be the same. One day I shall see you in Valhalla and we will drink and dance and tell stories again.

xx P