Anderson raced into the room and skidded to a stop beside Seville's desk. "Tell me it isn't true!" he panted.
Seville stopped working on his book report for Kitty Lit. 101 and looked down at his brother. "Tell you what isn't true, bro? What has your fluffy pantaloons all in a dither?"
Still out of breath, Andy barely managed to wheeze, "Rushton says you're planning on giving away my library!"
"You have a library? Since when did you have a library? And why am I giving it away? And why don't I have one, too?"
Anderson took a deep breath. "Okay, okay... Maybe I was exaggerating a little. Rushy says you're giving away half my library. Not the whole thing. How come? And doesn't it matter that I don't want you to do that?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, Andy. Right now, I'm concentrating on finishing up this report about Linda Reilly's book, Fillet of Murder. You have yours all done?"
"NEVER MIND ABOUT THAT! I need to know my library is still intact. I need to know you're not giving it away!"
Seville hopped down from his desk chair. "Andy, start from the beginning. First of all, tell me where this library of yours is."
"It's right over there!" and Andy pointed a paw at two books sitting on a bookcase shelf.
"That's not a library, Anderson. Why, those are just two books. Two. As in... you know... TWO."
"But they're my two books. I bought them with my own money - okay, the peep's money - but nevertheless, I love them both. But Rushy told me you're going to give one of them away! He told me you're giving away my copy of Fillet of Murder by Linda Reilly. I NEED that book for my library! I MIGHT WANT TO READ IT AGAIN!"
Seville rolled his eyes. "I see what's going on. Don't worry, Andy. I am giving away a copy of Fillet of Murder but not your copy. And technically, I'm not the one giving it away. Linda Reilly, herself, has offered to give one lucky reader of my blog an AUTOGRAPHED COPY of her book, Fillet of Murder. She's going to put her paw print on it and everything. But it's a totally different copy. It's a brand new copy. Your library will remain intact."
"Really?" squeaked Anderson.
"Really," answered Seville. "Couldn't give away your copy even if I tried. I flipped through the pages and they're a little dog eared. You kept turning over the corners of them and stuff. Ever heard of a bookmark, my man?"
"I used a bookmark to keep track of where I was in the story, Seville, but I turned over the page corners of all my favourite parts."
Seville narrowed his eyes. "You turned over a lot of page corners."
"I had a lot of favourite parts."
"Makes sense," and Seville nodded in agreement. "It really was a good book. Tell me, what did you like best?"
"I loved how Talia works at a fish and chips restaurant. I mean, fish, right? Best kind of restaurant around. Not too into the chips part, myself, but the fish? I love fish. Mmmm..."
"Ah, that would account for the drool I found on some of the pages," Seville murmured.
"But as yummy as the book was from a fish and chips restaurant perspective kind of thing, it was really exciting, too. I mean, there was a murder! And then there was blame. And then, of course, the culprit was found out but I would never in a million years have guessed who that culprit was. The news came as a huge surprise to me but when I thought about it afterwards, it all made sense. Don't know how I didn't see it before," Anderson explained.
"I'll tell you how you didn't see it," chuckled Rushton as he sauntered into the room. "You..."
"Oh come on now, Rushy," chided Seville. "Bet you didn't figure it out, either. I have to say, it threw me for a loop, too. But that's what happens when a mystery book is really well-written, you see. There are twists and turns in the plot which always leave a surprise or two for the reader."
Rushton jumped up onto Seville's desk chair and peered at the computer screen. "I see you're writing about the characters in the book. I did that, too. I really liked how they were interesting and even a little quirky but at the same time, very believable. I thought Linda Reilly created a nice balance with that. Characters that quirky enough to be fun to read about, making you want to know more about them, but at the same time, believable enough for them to feel really... real. Know what I mean?"
"I know exactly what you mean," Seville stated. "And she even managed to fit in a little romance, there. Peeps love that sort of stuff, you know?"
"Cats do, too..." sighed Anderson and he rested his head on his paws.
"But the best part of all, of course, was the cat." stated Rushton.
"Of course. The cats in a book always are," said Seville.
"I could really relate to that cute little calico cat because I was a cat left behind, too," Anderson explained. "Being cold and hungry and abandoned outdoors is no laughing matter."
"It most certainly isn't," stated Seville, "which, of course, is why Talia set out to rescue that little kitty, right away. And rescue her, she did."
"And speaking of Talia," continued Seville, "I loved reading about the relationships between her and her family and friends. Made me want to meet Talia and get to know her along with all the other characters..."
"You mean we could actually meet Talia and her friends?" asked Andy. "I'd love to do that!"
"Mouses, Andy. They're characters in a book, not real people although..."
"Although they felt real on account of the way the book was written," and Rushton finished Seville's sentence.
"They sure did. But back to the actual mystery in the book," began Seville. "Rushton, did you really have an idea who the killer was before it was revealed?"
"No actually, I didn't. But I loved how Talia figured it out in the end. That part was super exciting. Dug a few claws into the chesterfield cushions. Don't tell the peep, okay? She doesn't know it was me."
"Yeah, the atmosphere of the book was great," sighed Seville. "Perfect book to be reading at this time of year when there's a chill in the air and the leaves are starting to colour up and fall. Actually, I think the book takes place right about now. Supposed to be just a few weeks before Hallowe'en."
"That's right!" chimed in Anderson. "Sweater weather."
"Sweater weather! What do you know about wearing sweaters, Andy? But you're right, it is a name given to this time of year," agreed Rushton.
"As long as the peeps aren't putting those sweaters on any of us," declared Seville. "But enough of that, I need to finish up my report for Professor Lyon so you two skedaddle, okay?"
"And I also need to tell all my blog readers that they can WIN AN AUTOGRAPHED COPY of Fillet of Murder of their very own. All they need do is leave a comment on this blog post by midnight, Atlantic time, Sunday October 4th, making sure I have a way to contact them if their name should be drawn. The giveaway is open worldwide so any one of my readers can win."
"Hey Andy," and Rushton slapped his brother on the back. "Let's go see if we can convince the peep to make us some fish and chips. All this talk about the book has given me a craving for something warm and yummy." The two headed out of the room while Seville returned to writing up his report.
"Fish and chips..." Seville murmured. "Mmmm... Hang on there boys, I want some, too!" and Seville jumped down from his chair to run after his brothers, Anderson and Rushton. "Some deep fried fish sounds pretty yummy, for sure."
Fillet of Murder is the first book in the Deep Fried Mystery Series written by my pal, Linda Reilly, and published as a Prime Crime Mystery by the Berkley Publishing Group, a division of the Penguin Group. Connect on-line with Linda through her website, Linda Reilly, or on her Facebook page, Author Linda Reilly. The cover picture of Linda's book was used with the permission of Linda Reilly, herself.
And remember, Linda is giving away an autographed copy of Fillet of Murder to one lucky reader. To enter, simply leave a comment on this blog post before midnight, Atlantic time, on Sunday October 4th. The winner will be selected by random drawing on Monday October 5th. Contest is open world-wide, unless prohibited by law. No purchase necessary.