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.