How about another field trip?
This is absolutely hysterical, so I must send you away…just for a minute…to check it out:
The above link will take you to Page 1 of 5, so be sure to visit Every. Single. Page!
You won’t be sorry—they’re a riot!
Oh, my gosh—YES! This is every writer’s idea of the perfect piece of jewelry. And it should definitely be worn at all times…you know, in case of emergency…or death.
How many of you watch true crime shows? I am kinda-sorta minorly addicted to them.
We can blame Madame Mommy Dearest for that, by the way. MMD has always loved true crime—books & television. In fact, she often asks me something like, “Is Cold Case/Criminal Minds/CSI: Crime Scene Investigation fiction or non-fiction?” Anything that’s fiction, she has no interest in watching. If it’s non-fiction, chances are she’s seen it a zillion times. (Then she gets bored & complains there haven’t been enough new murders lately…but that’s a whole other therapy session.)
As I said, MMD has gotten me totally hooked on these things. Normally, I tend to stick to crime-related 48 Hours, Dateline, 20/20, & the like. I’m not a fan of the true crime shows that include extensive re-enactments, or the multitude of “new” programs on Investigation Discovery that basically just re-hash the same old crimes that were originally reported on the aforementioned shows.
My most recent true crime addition, though, is Forensic Files. I know they’re older & there are a zillion of them, but I’m determined to see them all!
Anyway, while watching one the other night—entitled “Penchant for Poison“—they showed the woman who was the subject of the story reading, & I perked right up because I was almost certain I recognized the book.
Okay, maybe “recognized” is a strong word, but I was almost positive that I recognized it as a Harlequin Intrigue.
So I put on my Mistress Heidi, Private Eye hat & went to work!
It took some pausing & rewinding & slow-motion forwarding, but I discovered that it was absolutely a Harlequin Intrigue. And on the back cover, I could make out one word: mask.
More rewinding & pausing & slow-motion forwarding & I was able to make out two words from the front cover: Mask of.
From there, I had to do some research on the internet. But I’m pretty sure I’ve solved the mystery. The book the woman was reading was…
**drum roll, please**
I just love solving little mysteries like this.
But I have to wonder—do you think Sylvie Kurtz knows one of her books “appeared” on an episode of Forensic Files? It may not have been obvious to those who aren’t as book-savvy as moi, but it’s still kind of awesome.