I picked up The Suspect by L.R. Wright at the Salvation Army Thrift Shop. I was excited to read it because it’s set on Canada’s Sunshine Coast.
Unfortunately, the best part of the novel was all the familiar place names–Gibsons, Sechelt, Davis Bay…even my beloved Powell River gets a mention!
Now for the not so good.
The Suspect is a murder mystery without the mystery. The murder takes place on the first page and the murderer is revealed immediately. I read and watch lots of mysteries, and this technique isn’t something I’ve seen before. It doesn’t work for me. Knowing who dun it takes the fun out of reading a murder mystery.
The protagonist is RCMP Staff Sergeant Karl Alberg. He remains calm and collected through the murder investigation, but panics when he discovers the stray cat he’s been feeding is pregnant. Obviously, police training doesn’t cover unplanned feline pregnancies.
I had high hopes for The Suspect, but only give it meh out of five stars.
Being a long-term tenant in a vacation cottage isn’t all positive.
For one thing, there’s no bathtub. The teeny tiny shower stall is about the size of a coffin standing on end. Only someone much smaller and infinitely more flexible than me (think Kathy Rigby at her Olympics peak) would be able to shave her legs without leaving big tufts of stubble artfully arranged along shins and calves.
The pint sized bar fridge has zero freezer space–buh bye ice-cream!
The joy of functioning with no fixed address cannot be fully appreciated until one has attempted it. I learned this when I went to renew my car insurance and update my driver’s license yesterday. D is generously allowing me to use her home in Vancouver as my mailing address, but the local authorities need to know where I actually live…you know, incase the RCMP need to find me in a hurry. (Oooh–I hope they’re wearing red serge when they come!) I ended up with official, government-issued stickers for my license and Care Card with “Heron Cottage…” on them.
But there are some benefits to living the all-inclusive lifestyle:
Heat! I’m notoriously stingy with heat when I’m paying for it myself. My philosophy is to suck it up and bundle up so I can use the money saved on heating oil for shoes and handbags…but since heat’s included in my rent at the cottage, I might as well enjoy it. Bonus: I always know where to find my little hairy friend when the heat’s on. She’s cuddled up in front of the register, basking in the warmth.
Size. I’ve always felt safe in small spaces, and I’ve been obsessed with tiny house websites for years. My cottage is a mere 600 square feet over 1 1/2 stories. Although I’d add some storage (and a bathtub!) if this was my permanent home, I’m loving the size. It’s enough for me, with room for my Boy when he comes to visit. Things that go bump in the night don’t even scare me because there’s no where for intruders, ghosts, vampires, etc. to hide.
The cool factor. Most people act like my current lifestyle is some awesome never ending holiday when I tell them where I live. Clearly they’ve never lived in a vacation property fulltime, but it does feel good to be the recipient of a little envy while my life is so topsy turvy.