Book 91, 2016
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chez_jaeI finished reading To Die Fur last night. It's the second book in author Dixie Lyle's "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot" mystery series.
Deirdre "Foxtrot" Lancaster's boss, zany billionaire ZZ, has agreed to house a rare white liger at her exotic menagerie until a new home can be found for him. Several people from around the world are invited to ZZ's estate to make a pitch as to which of them should be allowed to claim Augustus. Unfortunately, before ZZ can decide, the liger is dead, and it's up to Foxtrot to find out who did it. As it turns out, that's the least of her worries. Augustus was more than he seemed, and now two big cat deities are squabbling over whether or not Augustus should go to the great beyond for lions or for tigers. Foxtrot is kept busy with things in the mortal realm, as well as with all the happenings in the ethereal realm. She is helped along the way by her telepathic cat, Tango, and her shape shifting dog, Whiskey, as well as her boyfriend Ben...the Thunderbird.
The only sure thing is that Foxtrot is going to be busy.
While the premise was unique, in that it was an animal that was "murdered", rather than a person, I must go on record as saying that bothered me. Even though we later see Augustus' spirit romping and having a good time, it still bothered me. Aside from that, the book was fun and exciting and humorous.
Favorite lines (and there were a lot!):
♦ "Yes, Ben, they're werepeople. Please don't call the police if you see a naked man rooting through the garbage or a nude woman up in a tree."
♦ 'That's not a strange name. I knew a terrier once named Princess Boopsie Loopsy Quimbasket Biscuit Barrel the Third.'
♦ "I do believe I'll turn in early, myself; if I'm going to be murdered while I sleep, I'd like to be well rested. Terribly difficult to hide bags under your eyes when you're dead."
♦ 'Cats don't die; they burgle the afterlife.'
♦ I heard Whiskey whine. Which was a funny sentence when you thought about it, but I didn't because I was a little too shook up by the sound of the world ending.
♦ I was pretty sure I now qualified as a professional in the field of weird; when part of your daily responsibilities was eavesdropping on a conversation between a dead liger and his god over the existence of squeaky toys in Heaven, I really doubted I could find anything stranger to put on my resume.
♦ It was a word that didn't need any others to sound scary; it was a whole badass gang all by itself. It probably beat up other words and stole their punctuation.
♦ "I'm a chef. I blame string cheese for everything."
♦ "My body doesn't react well to bullets. I tend to break out in hospital bills and sporadic fits of death."
♦ He looked like someone with a royal flush who'd just discovered he was playing Go Fish.
Wow, so many zingers! I could have listed more, but it was getting out of hand.
Overall, a good story--four stars:
****
Deirdre "Foxtrot" Lancaster's boss, zany billionaire ZZ, has agreed to house a rare white liger at her exotic menagerie until a new home can be found for him. Several people from around the world are invited to ZZ's estate to make a pitch as to which of them should be allowed to claim Augustus. Unfortunately, before ZZ can decide, the liger is dead, and it's up to Foxtrot to find out who did it. As it turns out, that's the least of her worries. Augustus was more than he seemed, and now two big cat deities are squabbling over whether or not Augustus should go to the great beyond for lions or for tigers. Foxtrot is kept busy with things in the mortal realm, as well as with all the happenings in the ethereal realm. She is helped along the way by her telepathic cat, Tango, and her shape shifting dog, Whiskey, as well as her boyfriend Ben...the Thunderbird.
The only sure thing is that Foxtrot is going to be busy.
While the premise was unique, in that it was an animal that was "murdered", rather than a person, I must go on record as saying that bothered me. Even though we later see Augustus' spirit romping and having a good time, it still bothered me. Aside from that, the book was fun and exciting and humorous.
Favorite lines (and there were a lot!):
♦ "Yes, Ben, they're werepeople. Please don't call the police if you see a naked man rooting through the garbage or a nude woman up in a tree."
♦ 'That's not a strange name. I knew a terrier once named Princess Boopsie Loopsy Quimbasket Biscuit Barrel the Third.'
♦ "I do believe I'll turn in early, myself; if I'm going to be murdered while I sleep, I'd like to be well rested. Terribly difficult to hide bags under your eyes when you're dead."
♦ 'Cats don't die; they burgle the afterlife.'
♦ I heard Whiskey whine. Which was a funny sentence when you thought about it, but I didn't because I was a little too shook up by the sound of the world ending.
♦ I was pretty sure I now qualified as a professional in the field of weird; when part of your daily responsibilities was eavesdropping on a conversation between a dead liger and his god over the existence of squeaky toys in Heaven, I really doubted I could find anything stranger to put on my resume.
♦ It was a word that didn't need any others to sound scary; it was a whole badass gang all by itself. It probably beat up other words and stole their punctuation.
♦ "I'm a chef. I blame string cheese for everything."
♦ "My body doesn't react well to bullets. I tend to break out in hospital bills and sporadic fits of death."
♦ He looked like someone with a royal flush who'd just discovered he was playing Go Fish.
Wow, so many zingers! I could have listed more, but it was getting out of hand.
Overall, a good story--four stars:
****
