#monkeewrench

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1.7.22

Today I finished Monkeewrench by P.J Tracy and I am so pleased that I figured out who the murderer was well before the end of the book. Ever since I was little I have loved reading mystery books, and I’ve gotten pretty good at deducing who the criminal is. My dad says that I’m no fun to watch scary movies with because I guess the ending halfway through the movie. Monkeewrench was actually an assignment for a class, but because I liked it so much I’m going to read the rest of the series. 

Question of the day: What’s your favorite mystery book?

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#BlogTour: Nothing Stays Buried by P.J.Tracy #pjtracy @MichaelJBooks

#BlogTour: Nothing Stays Buried by P.J.Tracy #pjtracy @MichaelJBooks

Today it’s my great pleasure to be taking part in the blog tour for the latest Monkeewrench thriller from PJ Tracy, Nothing Stays Buried. I’m thrilled to be able to share with you all not only my thoughts on the book, but also a look at the opening chapter of the novel. First up though, let’s see what the book is all about.

The Official Book Blurb

Nothing Stays Buried is the eighth book in P.J.…

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Individual terrors and heartbreaks were sometimes better left to settle to the bottom of the psyche, like toxic sediment in a polluted pond.

P.J. Tracy, Off the Grid

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Grace was doing what she always did when her good brain was too cluttered with a jumble of conflicting thoughts. There was solace in the kitchen, comfort in the very predictable behavior of foods that never varied in their response.

P.J. Tracy, Off the Grid

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Gino sat opposite him at his own desk and started abusing a Snickers bar. He flipped it end to end, cracking the chocolate coating and smooshing the caramel. There was no greater demonstration of his distress than assault on a food product.

P.J. Tracy, Off the Grid

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Social progress never took the path you'd imagined in your own youth.

P.J. Tracy, Off the Grid

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Wives were extraordinary creatures. At least, his was. She listened; she cut through the crap and showed him another way of looking at things that made it possible to live with himself.

P.J. Tracy, Off the Grid

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Texas wasn't just a look and an easy way of talking; it was a mindset, and Claude Gerlock was as true a Texan as God had ever created, from the oil wells to the cattle herds to the home arsenal he kept, which served to keep his five-thousand-acre ranch clear of varmints of all species, including the Homo sapien type, if any ill-intended chanced to trespass. He'd been through the hell of war, been gored almost to death on a wild boar hunt, and had even once survived a month in the Odessa desert on rattlesnake blood and cactus paddles, just to see if he could do it.

P.J. Tracy, Off the Grid