Hey Ninjas, I have something new I want to tell you about...
TILL DAPH DO US PART - by Phillipa Nefri Clark
So let's just start with this cover, have you ever seen anything so cute. I know I don't usually comment on the covers of books because I'm so wrapped up in the words, but this is just so cake sweet and cute. I love it! It's like no other book on my shelf.
Ok now onto the story. Now, I've read Phillipa before and I love her rustic outback romances but this is something new for me. I'm guessing that Daph would fall solidly into the category of 'cosy mystery' which is not a genre I usually read. I'm generally not a who dun it kinda girl. But knowing this author's writing I wanted to give it a go, and to be honest, the cover and the title was just so cute I had to read it... So it just goes to prove that I absolutely judged a book by its cover - get it on a book store display Phillipa and readers will pick it up.
Anyway, back to the story, It's so cute and sweet, it's like an Aussie Angela Landsbury in a caravan. Murder She Wrote with a sugary pastel twist - though in my mind Daphne looks more like Betty White with pink and purple highlights. This story is a quick and easy read, with twists and turns and who dun it's at every turn. It's a game of Cludo being played by the anti-Brady Bunch - a family so screwed up and warped that they're a danger to themselves and others, quite literally. One family full of age-old hates and feuds, 3 dead husbands, one bride, and an entire town who's on one side or the other... Who killed Lias's husbands? Why? And why the heck is a grieving family so obnoxious and rude to Daph, a roaming marriage celebrant with a bright blue caravan.
You'll be guessing along with Daph until the end as she's sucked in and tries to muddle through the string of suspects. Such a fun and sweet book, I'm hoping that there are more adventures for Daph to come. Can you believe it? I've gone from not being a cosy mystery fan to wanting more of Phillipa's Daphne, John and Bluebell.
Daphne had a peculiar feeling in her gut from the moment she arrived at the Brooker residence, and it wasn’t from her hurried lunch.
Daphne Jones adores her new career as a travelling celebrant, visiting a different small town every week to marry happy couples or help with sad goodbyes.
But it isn’t supposed to be both at the same time.
When a member of a bridal party ends up face down in a swimming pool, Daphne embraces her inner sleuth, believing this death was no accident.
Amid old family feuds, resentful relatives, and missing funds, there are plenty of suspects, and none of them appreciates Daphne snooping in their business. One wants her out of town, one wants her reputation destroyed, but with a heart of gold and a way with words, this celebrant sleuth is not giving up. Unless the killer finds her first...
