Ahoy mateys! As the theme for Gilligan’s Island floats around my noggin, I am adding a little Alicia Keys vibe because this girl is on FIRE… not me. Liz Lipperman. You know me, I am always on fire, sailing peeps. Peeps. No, not the sugary marshmallow chick concoction. (FYI: Blue is my fave). Peeps. As in my crew. My team. Good gravy. C’mon, now, get it together. Santa has barely parked his wide load and already you want Peter Cottontail hopping down your trail to tickle your vegetables with one of his hoes. Tsk, tsk. Oh, my! Aaahhh, I am referring to a gardening instrument. You know, to handle the weeds. Oh, forget it. At least I am behavin’(so far) in 2013. Staring is rude. And while we are having straight talk, please close your mouth. Yep, behaving is still on my agenda. I even named it. Morasco’s Plan of Humane Attack 2013: Behavior Sabotage (aka, code name: Lovely Bad Ass Kitty! purrr. meow. hiss. clawww.) Toss in a salsa-tinged Love Boat theme and Lipperman got her groove back. Thank you Lip chick.
In fact, I’m gonna tell you a secret, just for the halibut. Yeah, I crack myself up. Crack. Myself. Up. Not “I’m cracked up.” Just a word to the wise, unwise or lost in wise-lation: if you haven’t anything nice to say, please just zip it. Geez, did I just enter Honey Boo Boo country? For 2013, I pray someone gives the family Boo nutritional education and for Jillian Michaels to stomp over to Cholesterol County. I just want the Boo to remain America’s Honey for many years to come. Here’s to her getting her cheddar or Cheez Whiz. Hmmm… carrot sticks may be best though.
Murder for the Halibut cements Lipperman as a spot-on a writing virtuoso. A real storyteller. She is the Victoria Gotti of storytelling. Knocks you out with her fierce bang of a plotline. And you thought I was going to go elsewhere with my bang! (laughing)
Murder for the Halibut is as dazzling as the sun shimmering upon the Aegean Sea and as radiant as a Moroccan moon.
Lipperman excels when it comes to continuity. Take heed, card-carrying Crayola preschoolers–Lipperman has blazed the path when it comes to fluidity. Not once does she cause confusion. Readers don’t suffer from “WTF Syndrome” or any dizzying detour.
Lipperman steers clear of having her readers decipher gibberish or Boo speech with a fierceness akin to Danica Patrick throughout the pages. When you read Murder for the Halibut you aren’t tossed like a novice off a steer. You aren’t scratching your head like a nutty professor. You aren’t questioning if you had one too many cases… oops, bottles of Jack. Er, I mean, tumblers. No, um, shots. The reader follows along as articulately as Eric McCormack’s brilliant portrayal of Dr. Daniel Pierce on TNT’s Perception. (Addicted to Perception, TNT, and Lipperman’s series).
When contemptuous chef Stefano Mancini drops face first into his trademark halibut dish amid the inaugural affair it is ruled a mishap. Jordan contemplates that the savory Italian culinary artist was offed and is determined to get to the bottom of it before being tossed out to sea.
Lipperman’s third installment is rife with substance from soups to nuts. Don’t be surprised if you catch a glimpse of Ramsay. Yes, as in Gordon. He is slinking about the CQ grubbing it up Texas style. You cannot not stop inhaling Murder for the Halibut. Indisputably this is the superlative voyage in the Clueless Cook Mystery series. Brava, Lipperman. Grab that anchor and fasten your lifejacket folks… you’ll need it as the ship pulls in to dock (read: ending).
Readers are veiled in warmth as they revisit the mesmerizing Jordan and her fascinating ensemble of carousers. Murder for the Halibut is so absorbing you’re almost afraid to blink so you end up with “stucker eyes” or “deer in the headlights” disorder. Don’t worry, the doe is an agile warrior and survives. In the end, this is Morasco Land and all children and animals are protected. Even bats. After all, they reside in my Belfry. (wink!)
All Aboard for smooth sailing!… ’cause the only rocking going on is in your cabin. (re-wink!)Powered by Sidelines