Reviews for Splintered bones
Publishers Weekly
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Described on the somewhat staid cover as "a mystery from the Mississippi Delta," Haines's third Southern cozy (first in hardcover) is heavy on the cornpone, but is saved from the totally ridiculous by a hearty leavening of laughter. Sarah Booth Delaney and her cohorts, Tinkie Richmond and Cece Dee Falcon (formerly Cecil but that's for another story) band together to save friend and horse breeder Eulalee "Lee" McBride from a first-degree murder rap. Lee has confessed to the murder of her loutish husband, Kemper Fuquar, in order to save her mixed-up 14-year-old daughter, Kip Fuquar, from the charge. The sheriff is hard-put to find a woman any woman on the outlying magnolia-scented estates who didn't have a motive to crush Kemper's skull, then sic Avenger, a temperamental show horse, on the rotter. When she's not busy being a PI, Sarah Booth stays busy playing with her red tick hound, Sweetie Pie; talking to a resident ghost, Jitty, in her antebellum mansion; reluctantly scouring the area for a date to the hunt ball; baby-sitting for a willful Kip; and reading Kinky Friedman books. Sarah Booth keeps up with her friends' lipstick and nail polish colors, and even goes along with having Sweetie Pie's hair dyed brown from its graying shade. The author's long on accent, if short on clues that help elucidate the mystery. But Haines (Them Bones) keeps her sense of humor throughout, holding the reader's attention and internal laugh track right down to the last snicker. Agent, Marion Young. (Mar. 5) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Library Journal
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Southern belle Sarah Delaney runs a private detective agency in Zinnia, MS, and remains single at 33. Longtime friend and equestrienne Eulalee "Lee" McBride confesses to murdering her abusive husband, foists her problematic teenage daughter on Sarah, and asks Sarah to dig up all the dirt that she can find about the victim. Before Sarah's research goes far, plenty of motives for murder crop up, including gambling debts, psychological abuse, and possible adultery. This third series entry marks Haines's hardcover debut, and while not totally convincing, it certainly offers welcome escape through small-town characterization, gossip, and an opinionated plantation ghost. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Kirkus
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In her hardcover debut, Daddy's Girl-turned-p.i. Sarah Booth Delaney already has enough fanciful habits to move Zinnia, Mississippi, into the whimsical column all by herself. She talks aloud to Jitty, the ghost of an ancestral retainer determined to marry her off; sleeps with Sweetie Pie, her ugly tic hound; and dotes on Kinky Friedman mysteries. The whimsy runs even higher when her lifelong friend Eulalee "Lee" McBride confesses to bashing in her husband's head just before he was stomped to death by Avenger, their stable's prize stud horse. Nobody, including Sunflower County Sheriff Coleman Peters, believes her, and all agree she's protecting her violence-prone teenaged daughter Kip. Assisted in Daddy's Girl style by society reporter Cece (nee Cecil before a trip to Sweden and extensive hormone therapy) and flirtatious Tinkie, the partner in her detective agency, Sarah Booth is soon confronting Bud, the stable's sexy trainer; LaCoco, a bayou Mafioso, and his three attendant goons; Nathaniel Walz, a smarmy land developer; and a cotillion's worth of other Daddy's Girls, including Carol Beth Farley, who's obsessively jealous of Lee, and wannabe country star Krystal and her avaricious husband/manager. Insulin, arson, psychotropic drugs, teenage rebellion, and horse insurance will all come into play before a gun is shoved in Sarah Booth's face and the Kinkster himself arrives to rescue her. Something for everyone: spandex-wearing ghosts; horses and more horses; southern-fried dysfunctional families; even that heroic appearance by Kinky. Would it be too much to ask for logic too?
