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  • : Now You See Me...

    Now You See Me...
    A Molly Blume Mystery
    "One of this year's best mystery intriguing, engrossing, and even enchanting tale magnificently and beautifully told" - Bookreporter
    "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


    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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April 15, 2005


David J. Montgomery

Otto fires off one of these broadsides every once in a while and he never fails to generate a storm of attention and publicty... which is precisely why he does it, I believe.

I do think that some of his thoughts have some truth behind them, but he goes too far in expressing them.


As I recall, Otto wrote a more inflammatory version of this piece this time last year, and I'm not really certain why he's beating the drum again since it's not like his opinion has reversed, nor have people's reactions to his opinions. Obviously, he's entitled to his feelings, but I get antsy when someone who will turn around and happily stock one of these "offending" books in his shop then goes out and publicly bashes the subgenre.

Some cozies, er, traditional mysteries *are* lightweight. Others aren't. But I tend to believe that's due to what the individual writer brings to the table, not the constraints of the subgenre. And to start doing any kind of correlation between writing talent and what's written is a more treacherous path than I'd prefer to travel down.

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