Review: An Easy Death by Charlaine Harris
Reviews / November 26, 2018

I found An Easy Death to be very easy to get in to. I immediately enjoyed getting to know Lizbeth. She is fiercely independent , speaks her mind and is quite the shot. Really, there’s not much not to like. Lizbeth, also known as Gunnie Rose, is part of a crew of “gunnies”, which are are pretty much hired protection, people skilled with handling bandits that might try to prey on their customers as they travel. Because this world they live in is a bit of a wild west, there is a good amount of lawlessness, Gunnies, while not really approved of by the law (what law there is), are a necessity if travelers want to get to their destination safely. But even for gunnies, the roads can be terribly dangerous as bandits set traps and ambushes where their victims will be lucky if their worst fate is merely being robbed of all their wealth and possessions as the bandits are likely to murder and rape as well. Like I said, it is a tough world with harsh realities. Lizbeth suffers a terrible, unthinkable loss during one of these trips with her crew, but almost immediately she is offered a…

Friday Firsts – An Easy Death by Charlaine Harris
Friday Firsts / November 9, 2018

Friday Firsts is a Friday feature here on Tenacious Reader where I spotlight the first few sentences/paragraphs of my current book and my first impressions as well. It’s meant to be a quick and easy way to share a bit about what I am reading. I would love to hear others join in sharing their current reads as well. CHAPTER ONE In the morning I got Chrissie to cut off all my hair. Tarken and Martin would be tinkering with the truck, which was our livelihood. Galilee would be watching Martin, because they had started seeing each other before and after work. Or she would be cleaning her little house, or washing her clothes. I never saw Galilee bored or idle. But I didn’t have to be at Martin’s until late that afternoon, so I was doing whatever I pleased. That morning I was pleased to get rid of my hair. My neighbor Chrissie was not too bright, but I’d watched her trim her husband’s hair and beard as he sat on a stool outside their cabin. She’d done a good job. She sang as she worked, in her sweet, high voice, and she told me about her youngest one’s adventures…