A monthly mystery book club....
Get clued in!
Get clued in!
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Next meeting
(in person and zoom)
Wednesday Jan. 28th at 7pm
reading:
Molten Death
by Leslie Karst
The author will join us for a zoom discussion!
(in person and via zoom)
Meeting starts at 7pm
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After the recent loss of her brother, Valerie is in sore need of a distraction from her troubles and is looking forward to enjoying the delicious food and vibrant culture the state has to offer.
Early one morning, the couple and their friend – tattooed local boy, Isaac – set out to see an active lava flow, and Valerie is mesmerized by the shape-shifting mass of orange and red creeping over the field of black rock.
Spying a boot in the distance, she strides off alone, pondering how it could have gotten there, only to realize to her horror that the boot is still attached to a leg – a leg which is slowly being engulfed by the hot lava.
Valerie’s convinced a murder has been committed – but as she’s the only witness to the now-vanished corpse, who’s going to believe her?
Determined to prove what she saw, and get justice for the unknown victim, Valerie launches her own investigation. But, thrown into a Hawaiian culture far from the luaus and tiki bars of glossy tourist magazines, she soon begins to fear she may be the next one to end up entombed in shiny black rock . . .
After the recent loss of her brother, Valerie is in sore need of a distraction from her troubles and is looking forward to enjoying the delicious food and vibrant culture the state has to offer.
Early one morning, the couple and their friend – tattooed local boy, Isaac – set out to see an active lava flow, and Valerie is mesmerized by the shape-shifting mass of orange and red creeping over the field of black rock.
Spying a boot in the distance, she strides off alone, pondering how it could have gotten there,
only to realize to her horror that the boot is still attached to a leg – a leg which is slowly being engulfed by the hot lava.
Valerie’s convinced a murder has been committed – but as she’s the only witness to the now-vanished corpse, who’s going to believe her?
Determined to prove what she saw, and get justice for the unknown victim, Valerie launches her own investigation. But, thrown into a Hawaiian culture far from the luaus and tiki bars of glossy tourist magazines, she soon begins to fear she may be the next one to end up entombed in shiny black rock . .
Early one morning, the couple and their friend – tattooed local boy, Isaac – set out to see an active lava flow, and Valerie is mesmerized by the shape-shifting mass of orange and red creeping over the field of black rock.
Spying a boot in the distance, she strides off alone, pondering how it could have gotten there, only to realize to her horror that the boot is still attached to a leg – a leg which is slowly being engulfed by the hot lava.
Valerie’s convinced a murder has been committed – but as she’s the only witness to the now-vanished corpse, who’s going to believe her?
Determined to prove what she saw, and get justice for the unknown victim, Valerie launches her own investigation. But, thrown into a Hawaiian culture far from the luaus and tiki bars of glossy tourist magazines, she soon begins to fear she may be the next one to end up entombed in shiny black rock . . .
After the recent loss of her brother, Valerie is in sore need of a distraction from her troubles and is looking forward to enjoying the delicious food and vibrant culture the state has to offer.
Early one morning, the couple and their friend – tattooed local boy, Isaac – set out to see an active lava flow, and Valerie is mesmerized by the shape-shifting mass of orange and red creeping over the field of black rock.
Spying a boot in the distance, she strides off alone, pondering how it could have gotten there,
only to realize to her horror that the boot is still attached to a leg – a leg which is slowly being engulfed by the hot lava.
Valerie’s convinced a murder has been committed – but as she’s the only witness to the now-vanished corpse, who’s going to believe her?
Determined to prove what she saw, and get justice for the unknown victim, Valerie launches her own investigation. But, thrown into a Hawaiian culture far from the luaus and tiki bars of glossy tourist magazines, she soon begins to fear she may be the next one to end up entombed in shiny black rock . .
The daughter of a law professor and a potter, Leslie Karst learned early, during family dinner conversations, the value of both careful analysis and the arts—ideal ingredients for a mystery story. She spent her early years in various locales (Columbus, Ohio; South America and Mexico; Oxford, England; and Santa Monica, California), then moved from Southern California to Santa Cruz to study English literature and Romance languages at UCSC (home of the Fighting Banana Slugs).
Leslie was able to parlay her humanities degree into employment waiting tables and singing in a new wave rock and roll band. Exciting though this life was, however, she eventually decided she was ready for a “real” job, and ended up at Stanford Law School.
Having survived the horror that is the California bar exam, Leslie then worked for twenty years as the research and appellate attorney for a civil law firm in Santa Cruz County. During this period, she rediscovered a passion for food and cooking, and so once more returned to school—this time to earn a degree in culinary arts from Cabrillo College.
Now retired from the law, in addition to writing, she spends her days cooking (and eating!), gardening, cycling, and observing cocktail hour promptly at five o'clock. Leslie and her wife and their Jack Russell mix split their time between Hilo, Hawai‘i, and Santa Cruz, California.
Leslie was able to parlay her humanities degree into employment waiting tables and singing in a new wave rock and roll band. Exciting though this life was, however, she eventually decided she was ready for a “real” job, and ended up at Stanford Law School.
Having survived the horror that is the California bar exam, Leslie then worked for twenty years as the research and appellate attorney for a civil law firm in Santa Cruz County. During this period, she rediscovered a passion for food and cooking, and so once more returned to school—this time to earn a degree in culinary arts from Cabrillo College.
Now retired from the law, in addition to writing, she spends her days cooking (and eating!), gardening, cycling, and observing cocktail hour promptly at five o'clock. Leslie and her wife and their Jack Russell mix split their time between Hilo, Hawai‘i, and Santa Cruz, California.