A mysterious woman arrives in picturesque Sea Harbor, Massachusetts, and the Seaside Knitters welcome her into their cozy world of intricate patterns and colorful skeins. Unfortunately, nothing frays a warm introduction like cold-blooded murder . . .
With her shy manner and baggy jeans, Rose Chopra becomes an unlikely hero the night she stumbles into Izzy Perry’s shop and inadvertently saves a shipment of yarn from water damage. When the Seaside Knitters help the enigmatic handywoman settle into town and find work at a popular real estate company, Rose proves she can fix just about anything—until a potential homebuyer is killed and she becomes entangled in murder . . .
The moment controversial entrepreneur Spencer Paxton is found dead in a pricey ocean-side house, accusations fly at the last person on the property—Rose. But the Seaside Knitters have their doubts.
As tensions build in the sleepy New England community and Rose’s secret past unravels, the ladies face an unsettling realization—true victims aren’t always the ones buried six feet under . . .
Praise for Murder Wears Mittens
“A beautifully written mystery full of warmth and surprises.”
—Nancy Pickard, New York Times bestselling author
“A brilliantly written crime mystery, full of suspense and human warmth.”
—The Washington Book Review
“I was utterly charmed by the Seaside Knitters and their cozy community.”
—Laurien Berenson, bestselling author
About the Author
Sally Goldenbaum is the author of three dozen novels, most recently the Seaside Knitters Mystery Series, set in the fictional town of Sea Harbor, Massachusetts. Sally was born in Manitowoc, Wisconsin, and now lives in Gloucester, Massachusetts, with her husband, Don and a terrific Aussie, Sophie. In addition to writing mysteries, Sally has taught philosophy, Latin, and creative writing, edited bioethics and veterinary healthcare journals, and worked in public television at WQED-Pittsburgh (then home to Mr. Rogers and his Neighborhood). Sally’s family includes her husband, Don, three wonderful adult children, their fine spouses, and six amazing grandchildren. Visit her at www.sallygoldenbaum.com.
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"Great bones," Spencer Paxton III said. "And look at these amazing grounds. We could have an extravaganza for two hundred here easily."
Spencer didn't look at his wife while he talked. Instead his deep-set eyes traveled over the wide lawns, the low winding wall that defined the property, a small guest cottage nestled in a clump of woods to the side. He looked at the sturdy stone foundation and sides of the mansion, the dozens of long mullioned windows. His eyes went back and forth, up and down, hungrily combing every inch.
One of Sea Harbor's finest.
Bree leaned back and looked all the way to the top of the three-story seaside villa. The fading light of early evening fell on the gabled roof, throwing shadows across the lawn and the flagstone walkway. The ocean wasn't visible from where they stood, but the sound of crashing waves behind the house and the feel of salty air heralded its presence. She pulled her hoodie tight.
"It's enormous," she said. "Twenty families could live in this house." She thought of the three-bedroom house in which her parents had raised their family of six. She had loved every inch of it.
"Yeah. Huge is good. We'll fill it." Spence walked his fingers up and down her back. "Rugrats. Maybe we'll get us some. Who knows? Things can change."
Bree was silent. No, contrary to what her husband thought, some things wouldn't change. Ever.
"I called a Realtor last week," he said, still not looking at her. His eyes were checking out the visible details — quality of materials, walkways, the grounds.
"You called a Realtor?" She looked at him in surprise. "Why?"
"That's how you buy a house, babe. I went to school with this gal — way back when." He laughed. "Stella Palazola. She was an upperclassman, but flirted with me like crazy. She had this big crush on me. I ran into her at the Gull one night. She fell all over herself wanting to help me out." He stopped and pointed. "Look at that balcony up there, the wrought-iron work. Amazing."
"The house we're renting is fine, Spence. It has wonderful light. I'm comfortable there. You won't be here forever."
Now he looked directly at her, his gaze sharp. "In the middle of that old art colony? My dad would roll over in his grave. Shove my face in it. No more. Canary Cove is a place for hippies and starving artists. Those knitters you hang around with would fit in there. Not a Paxton."
Bree smiled as his comment took form. Those knitters you hang around with — those plain people. Ordinary.
Wise, wonderful Birdie, who could buy and sell all the Paxtons without a blink of an eye. Elegant Nell, who'd once single-handedly run a large Boston nonprofit. Smart, gorgeous Izzy, with her law degree tucked away in some drawer of her successful yarn shop. And clever, dark-haired Cass, owner of a lobster company. Attractive, sassy, and exuberant.
Spencer had no idea of whom he spoke. And that was fine with Bree. Instead she said, "The home on Canary Cove is cozy. I like it."
"Not for me, babe. Doesn't fit the plan."
The plan. She looked sideways and caught the familiar odd smile that lifted the edges of his mouth, the lift of one dark brow. The set of his strong chin and the face that her own mother had compared to her favorite soap opera star the first time she'd brought Spence home.
"My old man wanted to buy this house when I was a kid. Did I tell you that? He wasn't fast enough, not savvy enough, and he lost out to an old Italian. Anthony Bianchi. It's my turn, babe. And I'll get it. They're doing some work on it now, fixing a few things. And then it'll be mine."
And it would be his, Bree knew. What Spencer Paxton wanted, Spencer Paxton got. She started to turn back toward the street, scattering leaves with the toe of her boot.
"Hey, where're you going? I'm not ready to leave yet. Come on," Spence said. He nodded toward the walkway circling the house. "Let's look around back."
Spence laughed, and cupped her elbow roughly, prodding her along the flagstone path toward the back of the house.
Bree shook off his hand and put distance between them. She peered through the thick windows as they walked, but she saw nothing inside. Heavy black curtains held the dark tightly inside. Closed shutters protected smaller windows above.
When they reached the back of the house, a blast of damp ocean air lifted Bree's platinum hair and whipped it across her cheeks, stinging her fair skin. She pulled it back with one hand, bunching it as she looked out at the ocean. The surf was just yards from where she stood, down a terraced lawn and a footpath to a sliver of beach. Dark waves leapt in the air, then crashed against a graveyard of granite boulders, foam spewing in all directions. A small boat, moored nearby, rolled with the motion, tossing and turning in the cold air.
She breathed it all in, the air cold and bracing, until she felt she would burst. The ocean was magnificent.
She felt Spence's presence next to her, tall and dark and self-assured, his body shadowing her own. He had raised his binoculars and was scanning the horizon, as if waiting for a whale to perform, a fleet of schooners to parade past him in homage, or, Who knows, Bree thought, maybe to spot an island for sale? He lifted one hand and pointed south.
"You can see the Boston skyline from here," he said. "It's incredible."
Bree had turned away and looked up at the mansion again, the glory of the ocean sucked out of her by the sight of the house. She walked back to the fan of steps leading to a stone patio that stretched the width of the mansion. Yellow, orange, and rose-colored leaves skittered across the stones. The veranda was wide and empty, save for groupings of chairs and tables covered in canvas — gray ghosts in the fading light.
Bree shivered, wrapping her arms tightly around herself, wondering about the power this house seemed to have over her, blurring the grandeur of the ocean and filling her instead with uncomfortable prickly feelings.
It was just a house. A formidable one, and grand, too. She would give Spencer that. A majestic fortress, But it was still a house. Nothing else. She shook her head, only half believing her words. A house, she repeated.
"I'm going back around to the front," she called out, her words tossed away by the wind.
Spence was halfway down the flat steps leading to the water.
It was a while later, after taking photos with his phone and walking the stone patio for dimensions and imagining the events he could host on the property, the people he could impress, that Spence walked back to the front of the estate. Bree was sitting on a low stone wall that bordered the property.
"Hey, what's with you?"
"I'm tired and it's freezing out here. It's time to leave. I promised Izzy and Nell I'd stop by the yarn shop to help with a window design. They'll be waiting for me." And I like them, she said silently. I like their friendship and their yarn shop and the warm feeling I have when I sit in the back room and make magical things out of silk and cotton and bamboo.
She stood and looked once more at the house, as if it might have been a trick of her imagination. But it was still there. She stared at the curtained windows and the foreboding stillness within.
The windows stared back.
Spence forked his fingers through his hair. "You're being weird tonight. Do you have PMS? Get a grip, Bree."
Bree didn't answer her husband. She took a deep breath and tried to shake the feeling that was chilling her bones. Slowly, she released it and braced herself, as if the house itself was about to reach out and grab her. Unconsciously she flexed the muscles in her arms, strong and toned and ready to ward off danger.
Spence looked over at her, then back at the house. "Do you want to look inside? Is that it?"
She looked at him. "Break in? Of course, the perfect way to endear you to Sea Harbor voters."
Spencer laughed. "I'm serious. Not about the breaking in, but I could make it happen."
Bree took a few steps away, then glanced at the house again as if it might follow her.
"Something's going on here," Spence said. "What is it?"
"Nothing. It's nothing." But it isn't nothing. It's something. Or someone. Sometimes feelings become tangled and complicated, the reasons for them blurred. But whatever is worming its way through me is real, a warning that things aren't always what they seem to be.
Without waiting for another question or reply or subtle rebuke, she walked through the gate, out to the safety of the sidewalk and the narrow winding road that ran in front of the stately Sea Harbor Cliffside homes.
Spence caught up with her as they reached the car. He started to say something, then thought better of it and clamped his mouth shut, holding in his irritation, and walked around the car, sliding in behind the wheel. Bree stood on the passenger side, her fingers curled tightly on the door handle, her body still and her eyes peering through the towering trees, back to the house that stood at the top of the incline, proud and haughty. Sure of itself.
She stood there for several more minutes, until an irritated tap of the horn pulled her attention away. But the house wasn't done with her and she looked back once more, meeting its glare, returning it with a silent vow:
I will never live in you, house. Never. Bad things will happen there.
Then she opened the door and climbed into the car, the engine already running and Spence's long fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel.
"It's perfect," he said to his wife, reaching over and patting her thigh. "Just perfect."CHAPTER 2
Rose Chopra stood on the sidewalk, oblivious to the life teeming around her. Her palms were damp, her stomach tight. Behind her, fishing boats were making their way to the docks, ropes were thrown, rough voices shouted, and crates and traps opened and emptied. Scolding and big laughter carried on the wind.
It had taken her by surprise, the sensation that snaked its way through her body. Her shoulders stooped automatically, years of yoga gone in an instant.
And for that one brief moment, Rose Chopra wanted to shrink to nothing.
She was eleven years old, sitting in the stern of a sailboat. Her chin lowered to her chest, her body folding in on itself, disappearing. She prayed for the ocean to open its mouth and swallow her.
And then, as suddenly as the moment came, it passed. Gone. Poof. Disappeared. Pushed away in an instant.
Rose straightened up, shoulders back, and took a deep breath. Her shoulders shifted and fell into a comfortable place; her smile lifted to the sky. Head over heart. Namaste.
She took a step back from the curb as a freckled-faced boy flew by on a skateboard, his hair flying wildly and his grin proud and wide. Rose grinned back, feeling confidence fill her bones and her mind. She continued on down Harbor Road.
Parts of downtown Sea Harbor appeared untouched by the years. Sights and sounds were familiar: people heading home from work, fishmongers packaging up the day's catch. And the incessant caw of the gulls and blasts of the lobster boats' horns coming in after a long day. It was comfortable. Easy. Not foreboding.
She slowed as the familiar blend of garlic, olive oil, and tomato sauce assaulted her senses wondrously from Harry Garozzo's deli. She stopped and looked through the window. It was still there, the ratty, slightly sun-bleached sign in the window. SEA HARBOR'S ONLY TRUE MUFFULETTA, it read. And the only one, people joked.
But what Rose remembered best was that Harry offered half muffulettas — for delicate appetites, he said — but Rose always got the whole roll, stuffed with briny, garlicky vegetables and every kind of salami and cheese known to man. Fat and thick and dripping with flavor. And she always finished it and it always made her happy, even when she went home with a button on her jeans loosened, her shirt pulled awkwardly over it. She pressed one hand on her abdomen, along with a grimace of shame. Even her dad only ordered the half.
Harry's deli would be here forever, she thought. People like Harry Garozzo didn't die. Without even looking, she could imagine the talkative Italian baker inside, his apron stained, his voice loud and welcoming as if he were standing in front of her, handing her the hefty sandwich.
The idea of coming back to Sea Harbor had rolled around in her mind for a long time, but always back in shadowy corners. Her mother talked about it, wished for it. Their reasons different, but both compelling and real. And necessary.
Rose would twist and turn the idea around until reasons for not returning had been smoothed away, erased completely, and revisiting the seaside town had been a given. Something she had to do.
It was true that she wanted to see the beauty of Sea Harbor through her mother's eyes, to savor it in a way she never had. But the reason she needed to come back was to throw away fragments of the past that were no longer a part of Rose Woodley Chopra.
Her old therapist, and then friend, had weighed in heavily. Many times. "Do this," Patti had intoned. "You're one strong lady, Rose Chopra."
Rose knew she was strong. Strong and mighty her dad used to say, his way of complimenting her height, the extra pounds she'd carried then, her strong face. But that same physique, when wrapped around a painfully shy preteen, was described differently by others.
She had stayed quiet and let Patti go on listing reasons why Rose needed some time near the sea, time to remember the places and pockets of the small seaside town that were truly magical. The place her mother loved so much she composed poems about walking by the sea.
The sea and me, Its healing rush. Infinity in its caress.
She had tuned back in to her therapist just as Patti finished her list.
You promised your mother you'd take her back to the sea. A promise that carried her through chemo and injections and excruciating days.
And you promised yourself, too. To do it for you, Rose. Patti's soft voice was caring and loving, even when she asked, And what happened, Rosie? You waited too long. And she died.
Rose had felt the air being sucked out of the room.
And that's when she packed her suitcase and headed to Massachusetts.
Rose realized she was now a block past Harry's deli, standing still on the sidewalk again. Like a statue.
"What do you think?"
The voice wasn't Patti's and it was no longer inside her head. It came from near her elbow. Rose looked over.
The woman wasn't looking at her, but at a shop window a yard or two in front of them. Her hands were on her hips, her head cocked to one side.
Rose was about to ask the woman what she was talking about. And then she stopped, her eyes concentrating on the stranger who had just spoken to her. The woman was about her own age, no, younger maybe, but that was where the similarities stopped. She was exquisite, that perfect beauty that stared out at you from the cover of magazines. Unnatural. Unreal. The woman's looks made Rose feel naked — as if every one of her own imperfections was suddenly in bold relief as she stood near the stranger. She had an urge to turn and walk away.
It wasn't until the woman's expression turned to confusion that Rose realized she was staring at her.
"You don't like the window display?" the woman asked. Then, as the woman brushed a strand of platinum hair over one shoulder, Rose realized her first impression was wrong. This wasn't unnatural beauty. It was the opposite. Pure, natural. Unaffected. Not a spec of makeup. She wasn't tall like a model, but small, delicate looking, but her tight jeans showed muscles beneath. And her Harvard sweatshirt, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, indicated the woman could probably hold her own. Rose wondered briefly if she even knew she was utterly stunning — or if she cared.
Rose pulled her eyes away and looked at the display window.
Her eyes widened. "Whoo," she said, lifting one hand to her chest. The sound was more a breath than a word, like the sound one made when seeing a famous museum piece for the first time. She stepped closer.
On the other side of the window was a cave, a hollowed-out shape made of something Rose couldn't identify. Papier-mâché, maybe? She had made some with her sister's kids last Christmas. But this wasn't a child's molded rabbit or bird or a tree ornament.
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Good can't wait for the next one
Rose Chopra returns to her childhood hometown. She has kept her married name and does not reveal to anyone that she used to live in Sea Harbor. Soon she is befriended by the Seaside Knitters - Izzy, Birdie, Nell and Cass, local women who have a bond due to their love of yarn and it's different uses. When Spencer Paxton is found dead, Rose is high up on the suspect list because she was on the same property where his body was discovered. The Seaside Knitters are bound and determined to help Rose and discover who really killed Spencer. I've jumped into this series without having read the previous books. I liked this one because the murder is solved by four women instead of just one. The Seaside Knitters have a very strong bond and are quite smart. With some other cozy mysteries I have read, the dialogue can become simplistic and it feels like the author has really struggled to come up with real interations between characters. That was not the case here. The conversations between the women is intelligent and thoughtful. They are supportive of each other even when they disagree. I have every intention of not only continuing forward with this series, but also going back and reading the previous twelve. My thanks to Kensington Books and Netgalley.
There is nothing quite like visiting Sea Harbor, Massachusetts the ladies of the Seaside Knitter’s Society. Author Sally Goldenbaum makes everything come to life to the point that you can hear the sounds and smell the aromas of the sea. In HOW TO KNIT A MURDER, the Knitters welcome a newcomer with a secret past. Author Goldenbaum brilliantly reveals that past, and more, in this wonderful, faced paced mystery. Every chapter brought something to the tale that increased my need to find answers. Reading well into the night, I couldn’t bring myself to close this book until I had finished. One thing I didn’t think I would get used to with this series, but I now enjoy is that you never know which character you’ll be “following”. Unlike books with one protagonist, this series gives all the Knitters equal status. HOW TO KNIT A MURDER is a must read for any fans of knitting themed mysteries. But take it from someone who would be dangerous with a knitting needle, you don’t have to know how to knit to enjoy this series.
I received this book free for an honest review: I jumped into this series at number 13 but plan on going back and reading the series from the beginning. You can easily read these as stand along books as all the characters are explained as you go along and there is a handy cast list in the beginning in case you get lost. It is the story of a shy girl coming back to her hometown after the death of her mother. She sort of falls in with the knitting group of the town by accident. There is the murder of one of the characters and unfortunately Rose becomes one of the suspects. So the group: Izzy, Nell, Cass and Birdie are out to figure the mystery out and who really did it. I really enjoyed the interaction of the knitting group. As a bonus there is pattern in the back of the book to knit. Although I would have liked a little schematic of what it would look like.
I now wish I lived in Canary Cove with these wonderful people. These books are a great escape
I won a copy of this book from Escape with Dollycas (thank you Dollycas!) but it in no way influenced my review. This is one of my favorite series and I was not disappointed with this latest book. It was well written and kept you guessing until the end, even after you think you have it figured out. The main characters are interesting and seem so real. The author has a way of making you feel connected and wanting to be a part of their group. I am looking forward to the next book in this series.
The Seaside Knitters series by Sally Goldenbaum delights the reader with the wonderful food and enduring friendships. Goldenbaum knits a fantastic tale with the seasonal splendor transporting the reader to the beauty of Massachusetts. I adore the friendship and loyalty of this small coastal community, and the sense that every citizen actively works and very few individuals do nothing. The murder of a Spencer Paxton creates ridges of the past to explore in order to find the killer. Goldenbaum plunges into school bullying and the effects of this bullying, and wonders if this explains Paxton’s death. In the past, school bullying attracted too little attention, but now the situation screams in the newspapers, as student bring guns to settle bullying. Sally Goldenbaum’s How to Knit a Murder, reads quickly but gives a pleasant diversion.
I've read this series since the beginning and I think this is my favorite so far. Shy Rose Chopra comes to face her past and is quickly befriended by the Knitters and the town of Sea Harbor. Rose is a handy woman who not only fixes a pipe for Izzy, she gets a job fixing whatever needs to be fixed for Stella's real estate company. Unfortunately, after a run in with a client, Rose becomes a suspect when the clients body is discovered on the property Rose just left. Rose is not the only Seaside Harbor "family member" that is a suspect which forces the knitters to piece together the evidence to find the truth so they can get back to their peaceful lives. I am usually pretty good at solving the mystery in these cozy mysteries but, this time I was so busy following all of the clues that I lost track of a suspect and was surprised when the killer was revealed...I love when that happens!
How to Knit a Murder by Sally Goldenbaum takes us to Sea Harbor, Massachusetts. Rose Chopra has returned to town to heal after the death of her mother. Rose is admiring the display in The Seaside Knitting Studio when Bree McIntosh draws her inside. Rose saves a new shipment of yarn from water damage and then proceeds to fix the leak for Izzy Perry. When Izzy learns that Rose is staying at a run down boardinghouse, she invites her to live in the apartment above the shop. Stella Palazola, a local realtor, offers Rose a job as the fix-it person for her listings. Spencer Paxton III has been making enemies with his plans to destroy Sea Harbor’s historic district and his political aspirations. Spencer wishes to purchase a home that he father tried to acquire many years ago. That listing needs some dry wall repaired from squirrel damage and it is Rose’s first job with Stella. When Spencer is found dead inside the home, fingers point at Rose since she was the last person known to have been on the property. The Seaside Knitters rally round Rose and begin exploring Spencer’s murder. They have no shortage of suspects including Mayor Scaglia. Can the group stitch together the clues to reveal the killer? How to Knit a Murder is part of A Seaside Knitters Society Mystery series. If you have not read any of the previous twelve books in the series, I do not recommend starting with How to Knit a Murder (it would be confusing for new readers). While I enjoyed the earlier books in this series, I was not drawn into this one. I found the pace to be slow (the book dragged for me) with the murder not occurring until I was 39% through the book. By the time Spencer was found dead, I already knew the killers’ identity (plus I knew Spencer would be the one to die). There was little investigating by the knitting group (they did discuss the case). There are many cozy moments in the story with the group enjoying their Thursday night get togethers, chatting, eating, and knitting. I liked the reference to Grey’s Anatomy made by Mae. Bullying and its devastating effects are addressed in How to Knit a Murder. There is a knitting pattern for a slouchy cardigan at the end. How to Knit a Murder does contain all our favorite knitters plus the new addition of Rose with a quaint small town (good basis for a cozy). The characters are well-developed, but there are a number of them. It can be hard to keep them all straight. I like the charming town of Sea Harbor with the various artistic characters (creative bunch of people) and the charming knitting shop (I wish we had one in my town). I would, though, like the author needs to focus on the mystery element (make the story less predictable). The author needs to deviate from her formula and provide a complex mystery with active investigating (less eating). I hope Sally Goldenbaum ups her game in the next installment in A Seaside Knitters Society Mystery series. I am giving How to Knit a Murder 3 out of 5 stars.
This book is about Rose trying to fit into Seaside with the help of the Seaside Knitting Club. She accepts an apartment above the knitting shop and gets a job in real estate. Eventually, a murder occurs and she is the most likely suspect since she was the last person known to be with him. I wanted to like this book but was at a loss in reading it. Since it is the 13th book in this series, I would highly recommend starting at the beginning or at least earlier in the series. I disliked the several POVs. It also took too long in the book for the murder to take place. Then, not much investigation. A good cozy starts with the murder and goes from there. The theme of this book is lost by changing that standard. This is a good book for fans of Sally Goldenbaum who have invested in the series. Others may want to begin earlier in the series. I received an eBook ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. This in no way affects my opinion or ratings of this book.
Dollycas’s Thoughts Back in Sea Harbor amongst some of my favorite cozy ladies was exactly where I needed to be the night I started reading this book. A stranger comes into Izzy’s shop and solves a huge problem and almost immediately Rose Chopra is moving into to the apartment above the shop, has a job she loves and friends that care about her. But Rose has a secret, a secret that has to come out, especially after Spencer Paxton is murdered and Rose appears to be the last person to see him alive. The man had made plenty of enemies in the seaside town. Izzy, Birdie, Nell, and Cass decide it is time to knit together some clues to solve the murder and try to protect their new friend whose life will never be the same. I do love this series. It is very character driven. The core group of characters is close and heavily involved in each other’s lives every day, so when a pesky murder pops up they are all in. The ladies and their significant others band together to solve the case but also comfort the victim’s family and the person wrongly accused. It is like a big warm blanket that surrounds them that always includes food, shoulders to lean on and ears ready to listen. Rose and Stella blend into this group nicely and benefit from the big blanket of comfort. I didn’t like the victim from the moment he was introduced. A snide man, greedy and feeling entitled, pushed all my beware buttons. If I lived in Sea Harbor I would have been on the suspect list. The author takes on the big hot topic of bullying. A big topic in life and schools today but bullying has always been around. We see how it changed the life, the long-lasting effect, it has on a victim. The mystery she has laid out is very well done. I did catch a key clue very early on that explained the how, but the who and the why took me quite a bit longer. Twists unraveling, turns to misdirect, knit the clues together, purl to see them in a different way. Following along with the characters as a pattern emerges to get us on the right path. This was such a fun mystery to read. Sea Harbor is a wonderful place no matter the time of year. The mansion where the murder takes place wouldn’t be somewhere I would want to live but it sure has all the bells and whistles. At the end of the story, it does find the perfect owner. This is another fantastic story from Sally Goldenbaum. She gives plenty of detail for the story to stand on its own. I have been blessed to read the story of the Seaside Knitters from the beginning and highly recommend them all.
I received an ARC from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review. If you have read other Seaside Knitters books you will be able to keep up with the large group of well developed, likable characters. Sally Goldenbaum never fails to put out an exceptional, entertaining, well written story. Enjoy!!
When Rose Chopra returns to her childhood hometown, she’s there to set herself free. But when the bully from those days turns up dead, Rose has some explaining to do. While not the only one who may have wanted him dead, she was the last one to see him alive. Her new friends, many members of the Seaside Knitters Society, don’t believe Rose, or a few other suspects, are truly capable of murder and put on their detecting hats. With the victim not having been well liked by many and having been a bully all of his life, there are quite a few suspects and no evidence. The ending was a bit of a surprise and you were kept guessing up to the reveal. While the mystery itself was well laid out, I found the writing to be a little drawn out and slow and the story jumped all over the place with so many characters and different meetings. It’s a solid read, but I found myself tracking how much more was left to read to finish the book. Usually I get so immersed I don’t want the book to end so quickly.
I received a free copy of HOW TO KNIT A MURDER (Book 13 of the Seaside Knitters Society Mysteries) by Sally Goldenbaum. When the scion of a wealthy local family is found murdered, there are no end of suspects. This is mostly because the victim was a bully with a past littered with his own victims. The story shifts from the point of view of several characters: the victim, the victim’s wife, the mayor, a realtor, and several others. Because I haven’t read any of the prior books, it was a bit confusing. It took me awhile to sort out the different people and what they had to do with the others. I would recommend HOW TO KNIT A MURDER to fans of the series. The author’s decision to not introduce the characters within the story has the benefit of omitting all of the repetitive blah blah blah that bores readers of a long-running series and takes up pages and pages with stuff everyone should already know. However, it has the drawback of confusing the dickens out of people new to the series. If you are a series novice, start with the first book; otherwise, you might get as lost as I was. #HowToKnitAmurder #NetGalley
How To Knit A Murder is the thirteenth book in the A Seaside Knitters Society Mystery series. I always enjoy visiting Sea Harbor and visit with Izzy Perry and her fellow knitters and friends. Rose Chopra has returned to Sea Harbor to hopefully rid her mind of the terrible experiences she had growing up in Sea Harbor. As she is entering Seaside Knitting studio owner, Izzy Perry, is asking her assistant, Mae, for help locating a plumber as there is a pipe leaking in the storeroom. Rose quickly replied that she wasn’t a plumber, but experience as a fixer-upper and would be happy to try to repair the leak. Once the leak was repaired and Izzy learns where Rose is staying she offers her the apartment above her studio. Then, Stella Palazola, who works at he uncles real estate office next door to Izzy’s, hires her to do minor repairs to houses that they have on the market. Spencer Paxton III meanwhile has his mind set on acquiring the home of deceased Anthony Bianchi. Paxton has a reputation of being bully since his high school days and will do whatever it takes to acquire the Bianchi property. Rose has been given the job to make repairs to the property to ready it for the market. One morning Paxton is found dead on the third floor of the house. Since Rose had been working in the room that Paxton’s body was found and becomes the prime suspect. Even though Rose doesn’t want to share much about her past, Izzy and her friends from the studio don’t believe she killed Paxton and set off to find the killer and clear Rose’s name. It soon becomes apparent that are several other suspects for the Seaside Knitters Society. This a well-written and plotted story with a very interesting cast of characters. I would love to live in Sea Harbor and visit with them on a daily basis. A pattern for a Slouchy Cardigan is also included with the book. I will definitely be watching for the next book in this enjoyable series.