This was the day I was getting married.
Our suite at the Ritz in Half Moon Bay was in chaos. My best friends and I had stripped down to our underwear, and our street clothes had been flung over the furniture. Sorbet-colored dresses hung from the moldings and door frames.
The scene looked like a degas painting of ballerinas before the curtain went up, or maybe a romanticized bordello in the wild west. Jokes were cracked. Giddiness reigned —and then the door opened and my sister Catherine stepped in, wearing her brave face: a tight smile, pain visible at the corners of her eyes.
“What’s wrong, Cat?” i asked.
“He’s not here.”
I blinked, tried to ignore the sharp pang of disappointment. I said sarcastically, “Well, there’s a shock.”
Cat was talking about our father, Marty Boxer, who left home when we were kids and failed to show when my mom was dying. I’d seen him only twice in the past ten years and hadn’t missed him, but after he’d told Cat he’d come to my wedding, I’d had an expectation.
“He said he would be here. He promised,” Cat said.
I’m six years older than my sister and a century more jaded. I should have known better. I hugged her.
“Forget it,” I said. “He can’t hurt us. He’s nobody to us.”
Claire, my best bosom buddy, sat up in bed, swung her legs over, and put her bare feet on the floor. She’s a large black woman and funny —acidly so. If she weren’t a pathologist, she could do stand-up comedy.
“I’ll give you away, Lindsay,” she said. “But I want you back.”
Cindy and I cracked up, and Yuki piped up, “I know who can stand in for Marty, that jerk.” She stepped into her pink satin dress, pulled it up over her tiny little bones, and zipped it herself. She said, “Be right back.”
Getting things done was Yuki’s specialty. Don’t get in her way when she’s in gear. Even if she’s in the wrong gear.
“Yuki, wait,” I called as she rushed out the door. I turned to Claire, saw that she was holding up what used to be called a foundation garment. it was boned and forbidding-looking.
“I don’t mind wearing a dress that makes me look like a cupcake, but how in hell am Isupposed to get into this?”
“I love my dress,” said Cindy, fingering the peach-colored silk organza. She was probably the first bridesmaid in the world to express that sentiment, but Cindy was terminally lovesick. She turned her pretty face toward me and said dreamily, “You should get ready.”
Two yards of creamy satin slid out of the garment bag. I wriggled into the strapless Vera Wang confection, then stood with my sister in front of the long freestanding mirror: a pair of tall brown-eyed blondes, looking so much like our dad.
“Grace Kelly never looked so good,” said Cat, her eyes welling up.
Excerpted from the book 10th Anniversary by James Patterson. Copyright © 2011 by James Patterson. Reprinted with permission of Little, Brown and Company, New York, NY. All rights reserved.
10th Anniversary, James Patterson’s new Women’s Murder Club thriller, begins with a walk down the aisle for Detective Lindsay Boxer as she and longtime lover, Joe Molinari, finally tie the knot. But honeymoon plans unravel when Lindsay catches the case of Avis Richardson. Teenage Avis is found wandering the streets, covered in blood, and claiming her newborn baby has vanished.... Lindsay is sympathetic up until the point where Avis steals some clothes and then disappears from the hospital. Where, or more to the point, what is she hiding?
Meanwhile, Lindsay’s best friend, ADA Yuki Castellano, is prosecuting a career make-or-break case against a surgeon accused of murdering her husband while her two kids watched. It would have been open and shut if Lindsay hadn’t found evidence that could exonerate the defendant. Will Yuki do the right thing? And then there’s Lindsay’s new boss. Once her rival, Lieutenant Jackson Brady is not about to cut her any slack. In fact, he’s watching Lindsay’s every move. But most troubling for Lindsay is that it’s not the first time her job is putting a major strain on her relationship. And that’s no way to start a marriage…or a family.
Hardcover Book : 448 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( May 02, 2011 )
Item #: 13-314274
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 x 1.01inches
Product Weight: 16.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
Good story line. One of the better books. However, storyline comes too fast. Book is overpriced.
Reviewer: Geraldyn T
Like all the other Women's Murder Club books, this one was a "can't put down till I'm done" story. James Patterson is one of my favorite authors, and this series is a favorite. His characters are engaqing and believable; the story lines never get murky or slow, and the short chapters are a great way to keep the reader going, since a dedicated reader can always read "just a few more pages."
Reviewer: Susan S
EZM and Stacey are NOT saying that the show Rizzoli & Isles is written by James Patterson, or based upon the Women's Murder Club series (or any of his other series for that matter), or being cancelled!
What one or both of them IS saying is that: 1. Angie Harmon's performance in Rizzoli & Isles is enjoyable to her/them because she/they find it comparable to her performance in the Women's Murder Club's former television series; and that, 2. They both (as do I) miss said television series which was, along with countless others, an unfortunate victim of the writers' strike of several years ago.
Reviewer: Star M
The author of the Rizzoli & Isles TV series is Tess Gerritson.
Just want to tell EZM & Stacey that the TV show "Rizzoli & Isles" is NOT based on the books by James Patterson! The name of the author escapes me at the moment~but if this series was cancelled, I am also very disappointed!
This book was fantastic~can't wait until May!!