We recently hosted a delightful new mystery author. Her name is Amanda Flower, and her debut offering, Maid of Murder, is just what a drizzly October afternoon calls for: a lighthearted, cozy who-dun-it with a sleuth in a (shudder) iridescent bridesmaid’s dress. And no, though the dress could easily have been the motive for the bride’s murder, it’s not. No spoilers here.
What makes me like Amanda Flower -even more than her clever, funny mystery- is the DIRT she dished to me about the latest literary trend.
Amanda had recently attended a writers’ conference here in the Midwest and shared with me the new, hot development in genre fiction.
Ok, by now everybody knows that angels are the new vampires, and zombies just keep on keeping on. Personally, I am waiting for the release of some new Eisenhower-was-really-a-werewolf historical fiction. Can it get better?
Oh, yes. Yes, it can. I have two words for you:
Fear the buggy.
Coming soon, to a bookstore near you.