"A murdered revolutionary . . . A vicious serial killer . . . A city in chaos . . . All lead to Rosa. " ~from Rosa by Jonathan Rabb
This is another hardcov...more"A murdered revolutionary . . . A vicious serial killer . . . A city in chaos . . . All lead to Rosa. " ~from Rosa by Jonathan Rabb
This is another hardcover I have sitting upon one of my real wooden shelves. A well-written thriller weaving fact and fiction into the threads of this tightly constructed story, which is backdropped by the mysterious disappearance of revolutionary Rosa Luxembourg. (less)
She's kinda like 'er gutsy gal Lalla, she who be the wannabe investigator,
When she hits 'er groove, she too is highly over-active, that R. P.'s a real go-getter!
She cranks 'em out like pure Con-Ag butter,
Not creamy, sliding, like that kind of butter! Heck no! She keeps 'em threaded tight together.
Kinda like white gloves worn by an ole grandmother.
Gram's big ole dimpled belly?
it be shakin' up all n down, like jelly!
They crazy, these two California chicks. Lalla and R. P. Dahlke . __________________________________
"But in any case, Caleb and I will stay the night. He's armed and, as he likes to say, I'm dangerous." ~ Lalla ____________________________________
Sassy, suddenly, sleuthing gals abound all around,
Tho not many are found OFF the ground,
Dusting California crops by the pound.
To prosper is to drench the vermin down. ____________________________________
"...me, Lalla Bains, Aero Ag pilot, sometime busy-body, meddling where I shouldn't--again. I'm dirt smeared and sweaty thinking if I get out of this alive, if the killer doesn't return to finish me off, I'll foreswear all future sleuthing. My dad, Caleb, Roxanne and half of Stanislaus County will be pleased to hear that promise come true. I will, this time. Really I will." ~ Lalla ____________________________________
So yeah, she got the edge, the hook to her series of books, if you will. Hook's alone don't carry a sleuth as she fulfills her deal. Shooting words—not meant to kill.
Hook's alone don't guarantee that sustaining, ever-lasting love, not even for a lovely and gutsy sleuther, such as Lalla is. Here's the deal: She's not out seeking some kind a thrill, she's a lover, hey, lets keep it real.
Lalla Baine's is one tall, blonde, drink of cool water, having been THAT former NYC top-model.
She's came home to California, took to dusting—flying, getting nose all deep in 'er beau's business. Oh yeah, he's The Sheriff. At first Caleb, the dutiful, diligent, ever-vigilant one, near 'bouts had of Lalla, and yes, of her antics, MORE than his fill.
Now, accepted, she's partaking in the sleuthing out these scum who slink back to their shadows mere seconds post-kill. And all this my friends, takes some kind of skill, which R. P. Dahkle has, double or tripling THAT deal.
Lalla's not only got her days full, dusting down the verminous weevils, planning a wedding, loving her honey and appeasing her batty, extended family, they being gun-toting, lip licking gals, who think nothing of serving, with tasty chipolte dip, straight off the grill, Lalla's Dad's pet goat Bruce. All the while ducking hails of crossfire, trips to lowly bars with lower patrons and dealing with murderous folk not very wary of the lovely Lalla. Their bad.
R. P. gets you going from the get-go. She's got you cruising thru layers of (mass—most times) confusion served up right (well and good) by that classic ole stand-by, the crafty red herrings not to mention her clever use in spewing out so many miscues, which serve only to skew ones perception to that of one brimming with multitudes of misconceptions. Yep, you keep on cruising right down to that final page. Sad, closing a good book. I've really only just gotten warm, but yes, she deals, she deals in spades, in the utter scribiliciousness of alla it. She, R. P. is fluent in it. Lalla, like her creator, is coming into her own.
Lalla's could be hero, the dutiful, do anything to catch 'em, Reacher? Has he crossed your radar? He being that former M. P. whose rather like Lalla, feeling that calling binded with honor. He too, like Lalla, knows the pits to peaks of being taller. Wall flower to power. So, just how does Reacher from nowhere fit with sunny Calfornian Lalla? Simply cuz no sleuther has said any better. "You do not mess with the special investigators." Ain't no body the same kinda special as Lalla and R. P. Dahlke, the sleuther and the scribe. What A Team.
I was sent a pre-lease of A Dead Red Oleander by the author. It did not cloud my judgement. And, no silly! Bruce never got grilled! Not on Lalla's watch!(less)