"With a harsh Maine winter finally over, Lucy Stone is excited to cover the annual Easter egg hunt for the Tinker's Cove Pennysaver. Hosted by elderly socialite Vivian Van Vorst at her oceanfront estate, it is a swanky event where the eggs are as likely to contain savings bonds as jelly beans. But when Lucy arrives at Pine Point, the gates are locked, and a man dressed as the Easter Bunny emerges only to drop dead moments later..."

Sent today as part of my parcel for my Easter Exchange partner.
Enjoy, and Happy Easter! :)

Arrived today :) thanks so much for this book, looks very interesting :) and for everything else you sent me.

An ok book, not really my cup of tea but something about it made me want to finish it so it was not too bad ;)

Will reserve it for my mini BC meeting with Kirjakko in October :)

This one if for kirjakko, will give it to her in person today :)

Oh, I see a familiar name here, hello bookworm-lady! Greetings from Iceland! I thought I came here to release books, but apparently I had been greedy checking up Björg's AVL-shelf and got a bagful from her today. It was very nice meeting her, bookworm-lady, you should definately travel to Iceland.
I'm on a Pub crawl releasing all those books Björg didn't take. Just ordered a hamburger called Trump Tower - hopefully I won't choke...

Could not wait until Easter to read this. There is lot to comment and I've only finished chapter three!
I'm so glad I've never had to dress up a screaming child. Come to think of it, not a child of any kind. I hear they leak!
Envy is a green-eyed monster, but how I wanted to live at the Helsinki Zoo, like the children of Sesse Koivisto. I remember how my Mom tried to say that some people would be happy to have all the books I had, but to a child under 10 yrs, comparing lifeless books to tiger and wolf cubs in your living-room was just about the stupidest thing anybody could say. "Books, who cares about books??!"
I think I'm not going to like this book, which describes 52 as "ripe old age". Last summer, for the first time, I began losing people around my age. In June died one of the old kids from the block of a heart attack, he was just half a year older than me. In July died a 59-year-old of Covid, just as it was announced by the authorities to be comparable to a common flu. She did have lots of other ailments, but to survive this long and have the vaccinations - it seemed so cruel. In August died another 59-year-old, a man scared of docs and needles, who hadn't taken the vaccinations. Still working on a Monday, dead by Sunday in the ICU. Died of bullheaded stupidy, his wife had had all the vaccinations and had "just a flu". Then in September Queen Elisabeth died. She, of course, was a few years older and not a close friend, althoug I seemed to have known her and her family all my life. She was still working, meeting the latest prime minister and so on, so it was a sudden death. Reminds one that we are not here forever.
"The avarage age of a woman to become a widow is 58." It was also last year that the first of my close friends became a widow - at 58. My Mom was 76 when my Dad died, exactly 22 years ago today.
I don't want to live for too long. I come from a family where everybody loses their memory in the end and that is a really cruel joke of nature. Intelligent people not being able to cope with simple things. Also losing your friends along the way must be hard as you don't make new ones that easily when old.
I remember visiting Mom and the old age home a bit before her birthday, having to tell her that yet another of her friends had died. As not many visited or phoned anymore, she was wondering who were left, so I posted a request in FB, asking her friends and relatives to send her a birthday card, so she could see they were alive. She got a shower of cards, which surprised her and of course made her very happy. She died exactly a month later, so I was happy she got all those cards for her last birthday.

For a minute I was shocked to read that a vet was a drug addict having come back from Iraq and Afghanistan, but then realized this vet was a veteran, not a veterinarian. Not nice either way, but worse if he were a veterinarian, who is around drugs all the time.

Finished. I would gladly read something else by Meier. And I think I know who will get an Easter surprise early this year.

Happy Birthday! Easter is early this year…

Thank you, nice and cheerful cover on this book, and as I love cozy mysteries, I think this too will be my cup of tea!