This books is a precursor showing why Anna Pigeon became the ranger we know her to be. Having found improbable scenes in a number of the other books, this one surpasses them all. It was captivating reading to see how she got out of one impossible desert national park death-inducing situation af...
So why do I read Nevada Barr? She writes these little whodunit murder mysteries set in National Parks that are mostly fun little reads. As a former NPS employee, she captures the park service culture very well, which adds to the amusement, because that is one of the cultures I live in. She is a...
This addition to the Anna Pigeon series really reminded me of A Superior Death, which I thought was disappointing. Beautiful setting with less than inspiring mystery plot and too many characters to keep straight.As with all of Barr's novels that I've read, the setting is the most important charac...
OK as a mystery. Fabulous audiobook narrator. Bad recording equipment.I BOUGHT THIS BECAUSE OF THE AUDIOBOOK NARRATOR:Authors: one way to get people to read your books is to have a great narrator. The best ones have fans. I wanted to buy more books narrated by Barbara Rosenblat, and this was ...
Trained teams of park rangers respond to catastrophes ranging from weather emergencies to presidential visits. In this book, Anna Pigeon is assigned to a team that is attempting to rescue an injured “caver” who has broken her leg down in the Lechuguilla, a relatively uncharted cave near New Mexic...
The book ended and I was clicking the Next Page button on the Kindle in the futile hope the device had just lagged and there was still another chapter left to go.To that, Miss Barr, I say "Harrumph!" I don't trust you to follow through in the next books with the direction you suddenly took it ne...
While I was working on my MA in history, I spent two glorious summers at a provincial park. I spent my time creating and delivering historical and ecological programs, and hanging out in nature.I saw a lot of those summers reflected in this book. The patrol horses. The relationships between seaso...
There is peril beneath the watchful eyes of the Lady...When Anna Pigeon left New York City after her husband was killed, she hoped it would be forever. But now her sister Molly is clinging to life in an uptown hospital ICU, so Anna has reluctantly returned. Rooming with a friend and fellow park r...
Anna Pigeon is currently one of my favourite characters in literature and it feels like she's been through a lot since I first met her on the Track of the Cat in Texas nine books ago. In this book she's mostly lucid and sane and it's really comforting to see her coping with the world and not put...
Despite the existence of an elderly female character who defecates in a graveyard, I am only able to give this one star. It was headed for a blazing two stars until I found an unforgivable punctuation error: it's for its. This is the first time I have ever seen an error this egregious in a prin...
Anna didn’t know if it was life, death, dreams, or something altogether different. As in a dream, occurrences that would have been staggeringly bizarre to the waking mind, felt ordinary. Zen. That thought wafted through the utter darkness inside Anna’s skull. In dreams one was truly in the moment...
Cradled in her lap was a prime example of pedis giganticus belonging to one Howard Black Elk. More mole foam than flesh was visible."Fighting on slopes keeps tearing 'em off," Mr. Black Elk told her between gulps of Mountain Dew. "Anybody but you does 'em they're gone by lunch. You got the touch....
"Cross them or fold them or something. Don't just leave them laying there like a couple of dead carp." Heath looked away from her legs. Though they were tidily covered in denim trousers and, to all intents and purposes, looked like the legs of any seated, trim, forty-one-year-old woman, she could...
McGraw and the Mississippi Department of Fish'and Wildlife. DEEP SOUTH The Rambler's headlights caught a scrap of paper nailed to a tree, a handwritten sign: REPENT. Darkness swallowed it, and Anna was left with the feeling she was surely on the road to perdition. God knew...
When he took her she lay as still as a corpse, her lips forming silent numbers as her eyes slid methodically from crack to crack down the roof and walls. Sam was not unkind to her, and had a neighbor woman in once a week to help with the cleaning until her legs healed.Walter worked at the Ebbitt ...
Kills eleven family members at Easter dinner. 1975. This guy was nuts. I guess we’re all nuts though, so I’ll do him. I don’t see myself killing family the way Ruppert did and, before you ask, no, I didn’t crave this sort of action back when I was at home. But you’ve got to admit his family was s...
I didn't interrupt. A man behind bars must wield power however he can."A doppelganger is a look-alike, someone who looks exactly like you in every aspect. Some theorize that each man has, somewhere in this world, his own doppelganger. I know I have mine. It was this man and not myself who was see...
The chief ranger was talking, Bernard Davies. Anna knew him vaguely from a forty-hour refresher they’d attended in Apostle Islands some years before. He’d been a district ranger at Great Sand Dunes, if she remembered correctly. She tried to concentrate on what he was saying but she found herself ...
Twin Honda motors lifted the twenty-eight-foot Almar cuddy onto plane and exchanged its blunt-nosed sluggish push for an exhilarating rush. As she had for all the seasons and all the times she had emerged from Dangling Rope into the main body of the lake, Jenny experienced a sense of awe. Enginee...
He wasn't alone on the bridge. A slender, handsome man of indeterminate age sat in Anna's spot drinking coffee from a fat-bottomed plastic mug. Trey Claypool. Anna remembered a hurried introduction in the hall when she'd first come to Ellis. Claypool was the Assistant Superintendent, an often tha...
Onions frying in butter smelled of home and safety and warmth, but for once Anna wasn’t hungry. Her fingers loosened around the mug she held, but it didn’t fall into her lap, spilling the dregs of her drink. Other hands lifted it from her. Robin. Anna hadn’t the energy to open her eyes, but she c...
Dierkz said then, inviting Anna to take up where she'd been fluttered to silence some minutes before. Anna was more than happy to do things on Dottie's terms. Never having had children, she could not fathom the sort of pain the woman must be suffering. She knew only the loss of a husband, a fath...
Even at 5:00 A.M. Bourbon Street was not devoid of life. As the last of the revelers were staggering back to their hotel rooms and the bartenders and dancers were counting their tips, the Quarter's distinctive cleaning vehicles were launching an assault. Small, shiny black three-wheelers with sil...
She'd made it down the hill it had cost her so much to climb no more than two hundred yards to the east. Marsh grasses poked through snow and frozen mud, thick up to the treeline. Beneath black boughs and the gloom that drifted from day to dark with no need for twilight, she was protected from ey...