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Zusatztext Praise for the Magical Bookshop Mysteries “An enchanting tale of mystery! magical books! and endearing characters. Prepare to be charmed.”—National bestselling author Heather Blake “In her page-turning style! Flower builds effective suspense.”— Booklist Informationen zum Autor Amanda Flower is an Agatha Award–winning author of the Magical Bookshop Mysteries. She also writes the USA Today bestselling Amish Quilt Shop Mysteries under the name Isabella Alan. Klappentext Magic, books, and cats collide in a village near Niagara Falls in the latest Magical Bookshop Mystery from the author of Crime and Poetry. In Cascade Springs, New York, Violet Waverly and her grandma, Daisy, are the proprietors of Charming Books, where the power of the written word is positively enchanting... October in Cascade Springs means tourists are pouring in for the annual Food and Wine Festival, and Daisy hopes to draw those crowds to the store. She asks Violet and the local writing group, the Red Inkers, to give a reading of the works of Edgar Allan Poe in the shop's back garden to entertain the revelers. Everyone eagerly agrees. Yet their enthusiasm is soon extinguished when Violet discovers one of the writers dead during the event. After the shop magically tells Violet she'll need to rely on Poe's works to solve the murder, she enlists the help of her trusty tuxedo cat, Emerson, and the shop's crow, Faulkner. But they must act fast before someone else's heart beats nevermore...One A petite teenage girl stood in front of the display of sports biographies that was tucked away in a small corner of the bookshop Charming Books, which I co-owned with my grandma Daisy in the village of Cascade Springs, New York, and chewed on her lip. I set a stack of picture books decorated with smiling pumpkins and mischievous squirrels on the top of one of the lower bookshelves a few feet from her. "Can I help you?" I asked in my most polite bookseller voice. The trick was to sound friendly and helpful, not too eager for a sale. The girl turned to me, and tears glistened in her big green eyes. "I don't know. I'm supposed to pick up a gift for my boyfriend's father. It's his birthday, and the party starts in a half hour. I'm doomed!" "I'm sure he would love any book that you give him," I said encouragingly. "It's the thought that counts, right?" She shook her head and her brown hair covered her face. "You don't know his parents. They're horrible. Nothing I do is right. I just want them to like me or at least pretend to." I straightened a row of books that sat unevenly on the shelf. I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if Grandma Daisy had moved the books just a little to drive me crazy. She and I had different ideas on the proper way to keep the books organized. I wanted everything in its place, preferably in alphabetical order. Grandma Daisy was satisfied if books were on the correct floor of the shop. She always said the books would find the person who needed them most no matter where they were in the shop, so precision didn't matter. That might be literally true in Charming Books, but still the alphabetizer in me couldn't handle the lackadaisical shelving method. After the books' spines were all sitting precisely at the edge, I said, "That sounds familiar." She wrinkled her nose. "What does that mean?" I gave her a half smile. "My high school boyfriend's parents didn't like me either." "What would they have bad to say about you?" She blinked at me. "You're so tall and pretty." I chuckled. "Being tall isn't everything. Neither is being pretty. That's sweet of you to say that I am, though. You're a beautiful girl, so if that argument didn't work for you, it most certainly wouldn't work for me." She blushed at the compliment and said, "If your boyfr...
