Juniper Bean Resorts to Murder (Happily Ever Homicide, #1)

by Gracie Ruth Mitchell

“A potato statue feels wholly unnecessary,” I say. “I agree,” Aiden says, nodding. “But no one asked for our opinions, so there is indeed a statue of Solomon the Spud.” That…might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.

I shake my head, amused, before looking down at Aiden to see what he’s reading. Hamlet. The play. He’s just…reading it. At seven-thirty on a Saturday morning. I have no words.

We keep our dead, and our dead keep us. We remember them, and they in turn find us at the moments we don’t expect—a flash of memory on a summer’s day, a snippet of an old favorite song, a long-lost photograph unearthed.

Show me the most beautiful woman in the world and I’ll acknowledge that she’s pretty, but show me a beautiful mind if you want that prettiness to really affect me.

Any time your presence causes people to change, you’re making history. Sometimes small history, sometimes grand—always worth paying attention to.

We are all record keepers. We all bear witness to our days and nights and lives and loves here in this world.

Because maybe, if I can figure the scary things out, they won’t be so scary anymore.