“The perfect antidote to dark, cold and creepy is light, warm and cozy.” – Candice Olson
I think the famous Canadian designer might as well have been referring to the unique and wonderful writing style of Helen Cox when she said this.
We are, after all, referring to a story titled, “A Body in the Bookshop,” and one only need to go as far as the dust jacket synopsis to read the words, “murderer” and “burglary” to guess there might be some pretty serious acts of skullduggery tucked inside this book.
But then we flip to the opening pages and somehow find ourselves forgetting what we’ve just read on the cover, all that deviousness and danger seem to evaporate when we read of (and see) the scene of two friends about to enjoy a delicious lasagna meal in front of a warm hearth, sitting in a room so enchantingly comfortable, one might never wish to leave.
As a side note, the description of the lasagna was so delectable, I found myself guessing it to be one of the favorite meals of the author.
The two, Kitt Hartley (who I like to think of as the Nancy Drew of librarians) and her best friend Evie Bowes, are settled in for a scrumptious meal in this comfy living room, sheltered from the biting cold of a pre-Christmas winter night when suddenly a hard knock at the door pervades the tranquility of their evening.
There’s a visitor at the door, unexpected, but certainly not unknown to the two women, especially not to Kitt. It is Police Inspector Malcolm Halloran, and based on his serious expression, this is not a purely social call.
As a matter of fact, Halloran is somewhat beside himself.
He quickly blurts out that his partner in policing, Detective Sergeant Charlotte “Charley” Banks has been suspended from duty pending an investigation into her alleged assault of a victim.
For those who read, “Murder by the Minster” the first book in the Kitt Hartley Yorkshire Mystery series, Halloran and Banks are an inseparable team, the breakup of which would be like leaving Starsky without Hutch, or separating Cagney from Lacey or reassigning Rizzoli, leaving Isles as a solo act.
Simply put, this is just not done. We feel that tension right there and then, at the start of the story.
To make matters worse, Halloran, a dedicated and talented detective, if forced to the sidelines of the investigation of Banks, this is a policy of the department, and on the surface makes sense, but is intolerable for Halloran, (and the reader.)
But thankfully, no such restrictions can be placed upon the two “civilians” in the room. And in moments, the librarian and hairdresser are on the trail of a thrilling investigation that takes the two intrepid women into the storied, but surprisingly shadowy world of the York bookselling community, and just when that story line heats up, thinks get even more amped with the discovery of a dead body.
Helen Cox weaved a tale filled with turn after twist after turn. Leading this reader, to and fro, and just when I thought I was onto an answer, another delightful twist was thrown onto my path. There were chilling scenes, strangely complimented by those that were cozy and familiar.
The natural charm of Helen Cox’s storytelling worlds was on display here. A few of my favorites being: A Sci-Fi loving purple haired girl, a reference to bra cup sizes and the relevance of this to a police investigation, the rare association of a Glaswegian accent and sexiness, “Dr. Cornfoot” an imaginary physician and perhaps best of all, a nod to Sesame Street legend Count von Count.
At the same time, the author planted spooky, sometimes horrifying scenes for us, including: A gravestone used as a drop for criminal activity, a hammer as a human tenderizer and perhaps most shocking of all, the tooth gritting prospect of torching rare first editions!
Oh, and for us who never lived, or most unfortunately have never visited the UK, there were more than a few foreign, but delightful phrases such as “Jinkies,” (maybe not even British in origin, but instead traced back to the ancient era of television when “Scooby Doo” ruled the airwaves), and my personal favorite, “Stone the Crows,” which apparently means a exclamation of surprise or shock.
“A Body in the Bookshop,” was a delightful read from start to finish, a wonderful confluence of cozy and suspenseful, all flowing together into one, superbly told mystery.