Posts Tagged ‘mystery’

True Detective Season 3 Plot Revealed

Posted by melissa kandel on September 2, 2017 in Television | No Comments

After a stunningly macabre Season 1 and less-than-stellar Season 2, here’s hoping Season 3 of True Detective brings the grit. HBO officially green-lit the season last week, which stars Oscar winner Mahershala Ali (Moonlight). Jeremy Saulnier (The Green Room) will direct, alongside True Detective writer, Nic Pizzolatto, who came under fire and then was vindicated […]

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In The Bag

Posted by melissa kandel on March 9, 2017 in Fiction, literature | No Comments

His skin was old and ashen. Not ashen like a cigarette but ashen like the scorched embers of a campfire that had been left burning too long. Nikolai was the exact opposite: A tan-skinned, lanky figure of twenty six, with sun-dipped curls in his hair and a bright rose to his cheeks. They were the […]

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The Figaro

Posted by melissa kandel on February 8, 2017 in Fiction, travel | 5 Comments

By Melissa Kandel Of all the details to remember, her hands were still the clearest in his mind. Unpolished nails of otherworldly innocence, intoxication by way of ten fingers and smooth skin and a wrist circled with Rolex Sky-Dweller gold, limited edition. Back to her hands. What did he later call them, windows to her […]

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A Winter’s Mistake

Posted by melissa kandel on December 8, 2016 in #lwsblogchallenge, Fiction | No Comments

Here is the first thing Minerva Griffin thought when she stepped on the train at Koblenz Central Railway Station: This is a mistake.

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J.K. Rowling’s Detective Series Names Its Leading Man

Posted by melissa kandel on September 9, 2016 in entertainment, Television | 1 Comment

Tom Burke // Image via Tumblr.com In The Cuckoo’s Calling, the first of three novels in a detective series penned by J.K. Rowling—writing as Robert Galbraith—private investigator Cormoran Strike is called many things: a massive grizzly bear; a man of general hairiness coupled with a gently expanding belly; a bruised, battered and perpetually disheveled male; a creature bearing the […]

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The Girl On the Train Looks Like One Heck Of A Ride

Posted by melissa kandel on July 20, 2016 in Film, Hollywood | No Comments

To read Paula Hawkins’ The Girl on the Train is to take a lurid trip not only on a locomotive clacking its mundane way down the steel tracks of London but also to descend into the mind of a woman slipping earnestly toward madness. From a window seat on a commuter train to London, Rachel Watson, heartbroken […]

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On Meditation, In London

Posted by melissa kandel on April 12, 2016 in Fiction | No Comments

He paid the taxi cab and stepped onto the street. The ground was still slick and sheeny from the afternoon rain and he took care where he treaded, moving in a tip toe to prevent all 6’7” of him from skidding on the pavement, a heap of gangly limbs and red hair. Although if he […]

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Little Coffee Story

Posted by melissa kandel on October 21, 2015 in Fiction | 1 Comment

By Melissa Marni So this is my little coffee story. Sorry that I’m only getting around to telling it to you now, me sitting inside this café near a window dribbling with slow rain and you sitting in … well, wherever it is you are. Maybe you’re in a café too, or at home with […]

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Featured Friday: Egg Barrel

Posted by melissa kandel on October 16, 2015 in Featured Friday | No Comments

I’d tell you about Egg Barrel, the website at bat for this week’s Featured Friday, but their description is so perfect, I just have to use it instead: “Egg Barrel is a place to find and share creativity in all forms. You don’t have to be a professional journalist, photographer or writer. Come here to get inspired, […]

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A Morning with Mr. Moonshine

Posted by melissa kandel on October 3, 2015 in Fiction | No Comments

By Melissa Marni It was early morning in early fall. The world was dark, as it tended to be on autumn days such as this, newly unfolded and still smudgy from whatever was left of the night. A hum, low but gentle, rumbled not far behind Peter Luck, who was speedily making his way down […]

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