Dem Bones

206 Bones by Kathy Reichs

Cold.

Dark.

Alone.

Where am I?

Forensic anthropologist Dr. Temperance Brennan wakes up to find herself tied up and imprisoned in a dank enclosed space with no memory of where she is or how she got there. Where is she, how did she get here, does anyone know where she is?

As she struggles to escape her prison, Dr. Brennan tries to piece together the events of the past few days trying to figure out who or what lead her to this point. Did this have something to do with one of the cases she was working on, or has she become a new killer’s next victim?

Give Me Liberty or Give Me Minnesota

Liberty by Garrison Keillor

It’s the Fourth of July in Lake Wobegon, but all is not well in the Little Town That Time Forgot. For the past six years the town’s Fourth of July celebrations have all been sensational. Rockets, cannons, painted bandwagons pulled by high-stepping Percherons, crack drum and bugle corps, the Leaping Lutherans Parachute Team, the Betsy Ross Blanket Toss, the Founding Fathers marching down Main Street lead by a stilt-walking Uncle Sam and Miss Liberty resplendent in her seven-pointed crown. All made possible by the efforts of Clint Bunsen, Chairman of the Lake Wobegon Fourth of July Committee.

But you can’t make an omelet without breaking eggs and you can’t plan a spectacular Fourth of July celebration without stepping on a few toes and his success has made him a few enemies. Add to that an uncertain marriage, a liaison with the Internet psychic who played Miss Liberty in last year’s parade, and the startling revelation that he is not Norwegian (he is in fact nearly half Spanish).

So now what? Should he stay in Lake Wobegon and give his marriage and his life a chance, decamp to California with his lover Angelica Pflame, or is now the time to announce his intention to run for Congress? Should he stay where he is or Is this the time to declare his Liberty?

No Rest for the Detective

Unnatural Causes by P.D. James

For Superintendent Adam Dalgliesh it was supposed to be a vacation, a few days spent with his Aunt Jane at her cottage on the Suffolk coast. But, as always seems to happen in these instances, fate had other ideas. It begins the night of his arrival with a gathering of his aunt’s neighbors it seems one of their number, detective novelist Maurice Seton has gone missing.

Superintendent Dalgliesh can barely finish telling them that he, as a member of London’s Metropolitan Police, has no jurisdiction in this part of England (besides which he is supposed to be on vacation) when word reaches them that Maurice Seton has been found. Found dead with his hands chopped off and floating off the shore in a dinghy. So much for a peaceful vacation.

It’s So Peculiar

Full Dark House by Christopher Fowler

Early in the morning, on the second Tuesday in September, an explosion destroys the headquarters of the London Metropolitan Police’s Peculiar Crime Unit killing Arthur Bryant one of the unit’s senior detectives; leaving his partner John May to sift through the debris and to find out why. The only clues lead back to the duo’s first case, the gruesome mutilation of a young dancer during the London Blitz. Why after so many years is the ghost of this case coming back to haunt May. What does this have to do with Bryant’s murder. Has the murderer they thought put to rest come back to kill again?

It’s Your Move

The Yiddish Policemen’s Union by Michael Chabon

It is not a good day in Sitka, Alaska especially for detective Meyer Landsman. His personal life is a shambles; he can’t seem to catch a break on any of his open cases; in two months the district of Sitka (independently governed these past sixty years by the descendents of Jewish refugees) is set to revert to the control of the United States of America; and his ex-wife, the love of his life, is now also his boss.

When the body of a junkie is discovered in the flea-bag motel where he lives, Detective Landsman is order to turn the case over and concentrate on the cases he has a chance of solving. But there is something about the earthly remains of this forlorn soul that compels Landsman to keep digging no matter what.

Who was this man, why was he killed, and what is the meaning of the unfinished game of chess found in his room? Is this just the simple death of a yet another sad addict or is there something more? It certainly is a strange time to be a member of the Yiddish Policemen’s Union.

A Sailor’s Life

Mr. Midshipman Easy by Frederick Marryat

Before Mr. Midshipman Horatio Hornblower set sail in the Justinian , before Lucky Jack Aubrey was made Master and Commander, and before Alan Lewrie put on the King’s Coat…there was Mr. Midshipman Easy.

We’ll Never See Her Like Again

A Lenape Among the Quakers: The Life of Hannah Freeman by Dawn G. Marsh

She was a common sight among the farms and rural communities of Eighteenth Century Chester County Pennsylvania, a woman of the Lenape tribe riding a horse and accompanied by a pack of dogs and pigs, both of which were trained to respond to her commands. She would travel throughout the region working at the farms of her Quaker neighbors tending the sick, minding children, laboring in the fields, spinning flax, and handcrafting baskets and brooms.

Her name was Hannah Freeman, she was called “Indian Hannah”, and she was known as the the “last of her kind”.