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Zusatztext Praise for Miss Julia Lays Down the Law and for Ann B. Ross “Pleasing . . . Cozy fans who appreciate genteel Southern manners will be enthralled.” -- Publishers Weekly "Yes! Miss Julia is back! and I! for one! am one happy camper." --J.A. Jance "I absolutely loved this book! What a joy to read! Miss Julia is one of the most delightful characters to come along in years. Ann B. Ross has created what is sure to become a classic Southern comic novel. Hooray for Miss Julia! I could not have liked it more." --Fannie Flagg "As fresh and funny as ever." --everydayebook.com "Ross has a gift for elevating such everyday matters as marital strife and the hazards of middle age to high comedy! while painting her beautifully drawn characters with wit and sympathy." - Publishers Weekly "Ann B. Ross develops characters so expertly! through quirks! names! and mannerisms! that they easily feel familiar as the reader is gently immersed into the world Miss Ross has created." — Winston-Salem Journal Informationen zum Autor Ann B. Ross Klappentext It's up to Miss Julia to sort out the murder of a hoity-toity newcomer in the latest addition to the New York Times bestselling series. Look out for the newest in the series, Miss Julia Raises the Roof, coming from Viking in April 2018. Miss Julia fans both new and old will be especially keen to get their hands on the sixteenth in the series, Miss Julia Lays Down the Law, guaranteed to be the steel magnolia's most exciting adventure yet. It's November and Miss Julia is looking forward to some quiet time before the holidays. That is until snobby Connie Clayborn and her rich husband move to town. At first, Miss Julia and the other ladies are pleased to be invited over for coffee, but the afternoon turns into a slap in the face when their hostess spouts nonstop criticism about Abbotsville. Why, how dare she? Days later, Miss Julia decides to confront Connie woman to woman, but when she arrives, Connie is lying on the kitchen floor-lifeless in a pool of blood. Who could have done this? Miss Julia will need to find out fast-particularly because her fingerprints are now all over the crime scene. . . . Chapter 1 Holding my coat against the wind, I walked across the brittle grass of the Clayborns’ sloping yard to my car, paying no attention to the other women coming out of the house behind me. No one spoke—all the pleasantries and other closing remarks had been said inside, and everyone was anxious to leave, no one more so than I. I bent against the wind as I hurried toward the cars parked in the drive and along the street. The strong November breeze with a nip in it swirled off the mountain—another reason not to linger. I slid into my car and closed the door, then, with shaking hands, rammed the key into the ignition. Why hadn’t I said something? Driving a little less carefully than was my wont, I hurried home, shivering occasionally as remnants of the startling lecture flashed in my mind—rural blight, complacent people, unsustainable economy, ugly mismatched storefronts, and on and on, until I’d thought I’d explode with outrage at the tongue lashing. I hadn’t wanted to go to Connie Clayborn’s house for coffee, had thought of half a dozen reasons not to go, had almost called that morning to offer my apologies. Yet I had gone because what else does one do when graciously invited, but graciously accept? As had a dozen or so women—many of whom were my close friends, and others, if not close, well known to me. It should have been a pleasant occasion, full of talk about the approaching holidays, the state of the weather, children, and grandchildren, as well as that of the nation. We were a fairly well-read and well-informed group. I should’ve gotten up and left .<...
