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A review by mjtorres
A Murder at the Movies by Ellie Alexander
2.0
A Murder at the Movies (A Secret Bookcase Mystery Book 2)
This could have been one of the better cozy mystery reads for me, but the “woke” culture narrative was something that I don't enjoy reading about.
I would highly recommend an author to alert readers if they are going to have this dialogue in their story. This would avoid the wrong person to invest their reading time in their book and in turn leave a bad review.
Chapter 12
Page 119
He folded his arms across his chest. “I told Hal that I would make sure you got home safely, and that’s what I’m going to do.”
“What about you? Who’s going to make sure you get home safely?” I challenged.
He glanced away, looking like he was stifling a smile, before turning and meeting my eyes with a heated intensity that sent a flush of heat screaming up my neck. “Look, you don’t need to make this a thing.” He shifted his body weight like he couldn’t decide if he should just leave.
“It’s not a thing. I don’t prescribe to outdated gender roles, that’s all.” I found my keys and pulled them out of the tote.
Chapter 13
Page 132
For nearly a year now Pri had a crush on a customer she had nicknamed Double Americano, though her crush’s infrequent visits to Redwood Grove only heightened the obsession. I had often teased her that “DA” was a figment of her imagination since none of the rest of us had ever set eyes on the coffee client who made Pri’s cheeks flush crimson.
Page 133
“Priya, it’s so good to see you again,” a soft lilting voice said behind me. “I’ve been dreaming about your coffee.”
I turned to see a woman about our age, dressed immaculately in cream linen pants, a silky tank top, and a teal sweater. She was tall with striking features and a broad, inviting smile.
“Hey, yeah. Hi.” Pri stumbled over her words. “Hi. Hey.”
I noticed her hands shaking as she tried to tamp down ground espresso beans. I needed to do something to rescue her. All kidding aside, she obviously hadn’t been exaggerating about finding herself at a loss for words when Double Americano was around and I wasn’t going to let her flounder.
“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” I said, introducing myself and extending my hand. “I’m Annie Murray. One of Pri’s biggest fans. You’re not wrong about her coffee. It’s so good.” I took another taste to prove my point.
Double Americano extended a slim hand in return. I checked to make sure she wasn’t wearing a ring. She wasn’t. That was a good sign.
“I’m Penny Shurr. How wonderful to meet a friend of Priya’s. I rave about Cryptic to everyone I meet.” She pronounced “Priya” with the slightest hint of a Southern accent. Her voice was smooth, effortlessly fluid like spreading soft butter on toast. There was a soothing quality about her tone and her entire aura. No wonder Pri was attracted to her; their energies had a symbiotic balance.
Citation (MLA): Alexander, Ellie. A Murder at the Movies (A Secret Bookcase Mystery Book 2). Storm Publishing, 2024. Kindle file.
This could have been one of the better cozy mystery reads for me, but the “woke” culture narrative was something that I don't enjoy reading about.
I would highly recommend an author to alert readers if they are going to have this dialogue in their story. This would avoid the wrong person to invest their reading time in their book and in turn leave a bad review.
Chapter 12
Page 119
He folded his arms across his chest. “I told Hal that I would make sure you got home safely, and that’s what I’m going to do.”
“What about you? Who’s going to make sure you get home safely?” I challenged.
He glanced away, looking like he was stifling a smile, before turning and meeting my eyes with a heated intensity that sent a flush of heat screaming up my neck. “Look, you don’t need to make this a thing.” He shifted his body weight like he couldn’t decide if he should just leave.
“It’s not a thing. I don’t prescribe to outdated gender roles, that’s all.” I found my keys and pulled them out of the tote.
Chapter 13
Page 132
For nearly a year now Pri had a crush on a customer she had nicknamed Double Americano, though her crush’s infrequent visits to Redwood Grove only heightened the obsession. I had often teased her that “DA” was a figment of her imagination since none of the rest of us had ever set eyes on the coffee client who made Pri’s cheeks flush crimson.
Page 133
“Priya, it’s so good to see you again,” a soft lilting voice said behind me. “I’ve been dreaming about your coffee.”
I turned to see a woman about our age, dressed immaculately in cream linen pants, a silky tank top, and a teal sweater. She was tall with striking features and a broad, inviting smile.
“Hey, yeah. Hi.” Pri stumbled over her words. “Hi. Hey.”
I noticed her hands shaking as she tried to tamp down ground espresso beans. I needed to do something to rescue her. All kidding aside, she obviously hadn’t been exaggerating about finding herself at a loss for words when Double Americano was around and I wasn’t going to let her flounder.
“I don’t think we’ve met yet,” I said, introducing myself and extending my hand. “I’m Annie Murray. One of Pri’s biggest fans. You’re not wrong about her coffee. It’s so good.” I took another taste to prove my point.
Double Americano extended a slim hand in return. I checked to make sure she wasn’t wearing a ring. She wasn’t. That was a good sign.
“I’m Penny Shurr. How wonderful to meet a friend of Priya’s. I rave about Cryptic to everyone I meet.” She pronounced “Priya” with the slightest hint of a Southern accent. Her voice was smooth, effortlessly fluid like spreading soft butter on toast. There was a soothing quality about her tone and her entire aura. No wonder Pri was attracted to her; their energies had a symbiotic balance.
Citation (MLA): Alexander, Ellie. A Murder at the Movies (A Secret Bookcase Mystery Book 2). Storm Publishing, 2024. Kindle file.