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  • : Now You See Me...

    Now You See Me...
    A Molly Blume Mystery
    "One of this year's best mystery novels...an intriguing, engrossing, and even enchanting tale magnificently and beautifully told" - Bookreporter
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    "A gripping tale of deceit, revenge and murder" - Jerusalem Post

    "A well-crafted mystery that is also a powerful exploration of the tragedy of unintended consequences. Krich excels at creating suspense through her characters' struggles and mistakes...a page-turner." -- Library Journal

    "Krich puts a sure finger on the painful spots where ordinary kids' problems turn into murderous melodrama—all at a bargain price." - Kirkus Review

  • : Dream House

    Dream House
    Agatha Award Nominee
    "Tantalizing...engaging" - Booklist

  • : Blues in the Night

    Blues in the Night
    Agatha Award Nominee
    "A sleuth worth her salt" - NY Times Book Review
    "A fresh new presence...Smart, resourceful, and curious--not much escapes her." Sue Grafton

  • : GRAVE ENDINGS

    GRAVE ENDINGS
    Winner of the Mary Higgins Clark Award
    L.A.Times Bestseller
    "Krich once again expertly mixes Orthodox Jewish faith with crisp, whodunit plotting....An engaging thriller...Krich never misses a beat" (Publishers Weekly)
    Winner of the Calavera Award

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September 19, 2006

Hold My Hand-Held Cell Phone, Please

California, I read, is about to pass a bill making it illegal to talk on  a hand-held cell phone. The law won't take effect until 2008--too late, as far as I'm concerned. I do talk on my cell from time to time, but I use my speakerphone function. Okay, most of the time.

Yesterday, on my way to Home Depot, I was on Van Ness, waiting to turn onto Sunset. Making a left turn was a guy talking on a cell phone. His free hand wasn't on the steering wheel. It was on the outside of his car door. So was his head. He was leaning through the open window, looking behind him.

Scary.