Book Review: The Final Arrangement by Annie Adams

Book Title: The Final Arrangement

Author: Annie Adams

Format: Kindle

Series: The Flower Shop Mystery Series

Volume: 1

Length: 304 pages

Publication Date: January 30, 2013

Rating: 4.5 out of 5.0

Review

This is a great little book that I really enjoyed. The main character, Quincy, is plucky, funny and very lovable. Quincy is at odds with everyone, it seems, until things finally start to come together. Not knowing who she can trust when a fellow florist is murdered, she sets out to clear her name. Items found at the scene of the body’s discovery indicate that Quincy could be the one who killed the horrid man. With colorful characters, exciting happenings and a happy ending to boot, this is a good book for those who love mysteries and love.

Despite my enjoyment of the book overall, there were a few parts that I found confusing as I was reading the scene. I can’t tell you the scenes, or I’ll spoil the book, but towards the end, there is a scene that is pivotal to the story. There is a lot going on and it was sort of hard to follow. There is another conversation later in the book that made me confused as well. The scene and the conversation were both very important parts in discovering who the killer is.

The last scene in the book seemed a little forced as well. A bad-news character from earlier in the book pops up again and is subsequently squelched. All in one scene. I didn’t really understand the need to have that person pop up again, so I think I tried to read too much into it and ended up feeling disappointed that there wasn’t more to the situation than there was.

Overall, like I said, it’s a great book and I’m certainly not sorry I read it.

Today’s OneWord: Wistful

Wistful for the days when his life was not in danger, Tyler crouched with his back to the warehouse wall to catch his breath. Glancing around the corner of the building, he could see movement coming from in side the warehouse. It wasn’t safe to go that way for sure. Ahead of him, across what seemed like miles of asphalt was brush and trees. If only he could get there safely.

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Today’s OneWord: Collection

Carrie fished around in her purse for something that would help her with the collection of the sample. Finding a package of pocket tissues, Carrie emptied the tissues from the package into the bottom of her purse. Setting her purse on the floor behind her, she crouched down with a tissue in one hand and the plastic package in the other.

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Today’s OneWord: Creative

Carrie stared down at the carpet in front of her. The spot was definitely red. Not orange or brown, but red. A deep red. One she recognized from years of looking at red stains on carpets, as being blood. Not having her evidence kit with her, she knew she’d have to get creative to not contaminate the sample.

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Today’s OneWord: Manifest

As Carrie watched in silent terror, the fog began to change around her. Swirling and climbing up over her head, a shape began to manifest. Her feet froze her in place as her skin became clammy. ‘No!’ Her mind yelled out, ‘It’s not possible!’ And as the heavy mist completed its transformation, Carrie’s eyesight went black.

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Today’s OneWord: Sleeved

I was sitting on the stool so I could see the door out of the corner of my eye. It opened and the little bell above the door jingled merrily. Sipping my red wine, I pretended not to care who had just come in. In the mirror behind the bar I saw him and nearly spit my drink out on the bartender. There he was, but he wasn’t the man I remembered.

The dweeb I had dated in high school was now sleeved, muscled and hot! I wiped the wine from my lips on a napkin and wondered if I could hide before he saw me. Too late, our eyes met and he frowned.

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Today’s OneWord: Pixels

Wind whistled around the corner of my building, raising to a howl as it rounded the corner and rushed past the balcony. Suddenly, it began to pour. I glanced out my 17th floor window and saw a flash of lightening. Grimacing, I turned my attention back to my computer screen. In the seconds when I had looked away, my screen had now become a mess of pixels.

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Today’s OneWord: Celestial

The celestial body was at its apex and Moriah knew it was time. Turning from the water, she placed her sacrifice on the ground and began to chant. The moon shone on the water behind her and as Moriah recited the ancient words, a figure rose from the depths.

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Today’s OneWord: Withered

Poetry this time:

A heart, withered and scorched
Beats failing and weak
Floundering for air it lurches
And bumps
Along this fated journey
This dusty path
To a shore that no longer
Houses the traveler

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Cave Expanded

Every once in a while I write a OneWord prompt piece and I’m sad that my time is up. So, this morning, I decided to fire up my Write or Die Desktop edition and write for 15 minutes on the prompt I started this morning. So, without further ado, here is 15 minutes of off-the-cuff writing on the word ‘Cave’.

 

The curtains were drawn, giving the room a cave-like darkness. Mark stood with his back to the window. Mindy could see the outline of his shoulders and head, but the rest of his body was lost in the darkness. She stayed where she was, straining in the dark to see what she knew he held in his hands. He moved and she realized he was smoking. A cloud of smoke was barely discernible in the dark, his breath the only sound.

Mindy didn’t know why he had called her here, but she knew he was dangerous. She took a step forward and heard his intake of breath.

“I’m here, Mark.” She said in his general direction.

“Yes.” He said. “I see that.”

They were both silent a moment more as she thought of her next move. Mindy knew he had the upper hand in this situation, but she needed to find out what he knew about Paul’s death. Taking a deep breath, Mindy crossed the remaining distance between them until she stood just before him. He took a step back and Mindy realized she had surprised him with her sudden movement.

“What do you want?” She half-whispered.

He was silent and she wanted to scream at him. Instead, she reached behind his back and whipped one of the curtains to the side, letting the light in. Mark threw his head away from the light as if he had been shot and growled at her. Mindy stood her ground and it was Mark’s turn to look frightened.

“Close it.” He said, with his face still turned away from the light source.

“No.”

Quickly, he moved toward her and she realized why he had it dark in the room. The entire right side of his face was scarred. Instinctively, she reached to touch his face, concern in her heart.

“Oh my god, Mark. What happened?”

“Like you care!” He growled at her and pulled the curtains violently closed once again.

Mindy’s hand dropped to her side. “Of course I care, Mark.” If he could see her eyes, he would know the hurt she felt and that she truly did care.

“The only reason you came was because of Paul, Mindy. I’m not stupid. You just want to know what happened.”

She was silent.

Mark reached out, grabbing her shoulders in his hands and gave her a tiny shake. “Isn’t that why you’ve come? Not because I called and needed you, not because I wanted you here, but because you wanted information about Paul.”

He released her, moving away from her body. His hands fluttered in the air like dying birds and finally settled in the pockets of his khakis.

Mindy stood motionless for a few moments, looking at his downturned shoulders. She moved towards him, wanting to reach out but not knowing how after all that had passed between them.

She took a step in his direction just as he spoke again.

“Did you ever love me, Mindy?” He was quiet, his voice defeated and sad.

She didn’t have to think about the question at all. She knew the answer.

“Yes, Mark. You know I did.”

He turned around and she could see the desperation on his face. His eyes searched hers, her face and settled on her hands.

“Then why?”

She looked at him, not knowing what to say. How could he ask her that? How could he pretend not to know why she had left him for his brother?

“You know why, Mark.” Anger laced her voice. “Don’t pretend you don’t know. You just didn’t think I knew. But I did. I knew. I knew all of it.”

His brows furrowed as he listened to her words. “What are you talking about, Mindy?” His voice was low and warry.

“The baby, Mark. Are you really going to make me say it all outloud? Your disgusting actions, your complete disregard for our marriage, your disrespect for me?”

He waited a beat, watching her face for signs of false emotion. There were none. She believed what she was saying.

“Mindy. I really have no idea what you’re talking about. I never disregarded our marriage. And you were everything to me. I would never disrespect you. Who told you these things?”

Doubt flashed in her eyes. She studied his face. Finding no fault with his words or his mannerisms, her heart skipped. What if it was all wrong? What if none of it was true?

“Oh my god.” She said, her hand covering her mouth as tears began to fall. “Oh my god.”

Turning, Mindy ran from the room and Mark heard his front door slam.