Grump. Grump. Grump.
Other than that, I really love Rosemary Clement-Moore’s Maggie Quinn series.
I read Prom Dates from Hell when it first came out in 2007. I was going through a very difficult period, commuting back and forth between three states visiting sick and dying family. To say that it was no fun is an understatement. I needed something light and distracting. Clement-Moore was a member of the Class of 2k7 (which I belonged to as well), and I thought, why not? This looked just my speed.
I laughed through the book. It was the absolute best medicine. How can you not like a journalist/detective/demon slayer with quick wit who has to combat spawns of darkness in a too tight prom dress and high heeled shoes (that she’s none too pleased about)? The romance was nice and not too overwhelming. And it hit all those Buffy bells.
I put the book down and thought, “I needed that.”
So when Hell Week showed up at our library, I picked it up, too. I was not in that really bad place I had been a year or so before, but I remembered the pleasure I had gotten out of the first book and thought, why not?
The cover didn’t wow me, but I quickly realized that this wasn’t going to be a paean to sororities. It was fun. I laughed some more. And I still enjoyed Maggie Quinn’s world.
Enough so that when I realized that there was a third installment to the series, Highway to Hell, I asked my library to hold it for me. I am really glad I did.
This has been my favorite book of the three (and not only ‘cause I like the cover). The writing is perhaps the strongest so far—it brought in flavors of South Texas; Maggie had become more and more of a real person; the plot is wonderfully complex and satisfying; and we never lose the humor that made me enjoy the books in the first place.
Thank you Rosemary Clement-Moore for this entertaining journalist/detective/demon slayer (whether or not you call her a girl or young woman).