1301. Don’t judge a book by its cover

Today’s story marks a departure in all directions at once. It is a book review; which is something never attempted by this blogger before. Secondly, the reviewer has still to read the book – but that’s not unusual. And finally, the book hasn’t been written yet.

It doesn’t have a title as such but I thoroughly recommend it. Here is a good reason not to judge a book by its cover. This epic trilogy is basically a whodunit. It is full of interesting suspects.

Philomena Gettysburg gets herself murdered. A whole string of people possibly done it. There’s the butler, Ned, who has cerebral palsy, but that wouldn’t stop him from shaking a fist at Philomena. There’s Myrtle the village transsexual, who has every reason to dislike the philandering Philomena. There’s Mervyn, the loner, who threatened not only to burn down the local church, but declared his abhorrence of everyone, including Philomena, who attended. Dyslexic Murray doesn’t know his right hand from his left, but Philomena possibly could’ve been stabbed by a knife in either. The list goes on.

If you don’t want a spoiler, stop reading. Who done it then? Here lies the author’s originality. After three volumes of spell-binding insinuations, the murderer is revealed. It was no one in the book. Isn’t that exciting? Who would have thought it? It was almost impossible to guess.

This then is an ideal book to take to the beach if you don’t want sand in your swimming trunks.