I took a walk through the library the other day and the cover of Sophie Littlefield’s book, “Bad Day for a Scandal,” caught my eye. I didn’t even open the dust jacket to peruse the the preface, just snatched the book off the shelf, checked it out and tossed it in my purse/suitcase/survival kit.
I have to say this book is a delight especially for those who have a little redneck in us. So many times authors write about small town or rural living and completely blow it. Sophie hits it right on the head. Every small town I have ever lived in and I mean small, population 784 people or less, has a group similar to the green hat society who absolutely DO know exactly who’s doing; who, what, and where in their town and probably the surrounding counties as well.
I’d like to invite Sophie’s main character, Stella Hardesty, the middle age, not going down without a fight, deliverer of vigilante justice for abused love ones, over for a Johnie Walker Black or two. Stella is just a stitch. The Yoga pant wearing, diva of the restraining knot and personal firearm, wields her ability as bloodhound extraordinaire with a flare for the dirty word and the libido of a college co-ed.
Stella hunts down bad guys, dodging the lawman who sends a hotshot of lust through her system with a just a glance, while keeping the good people of Fayetteville spinning. She doesn’t handle it all on her own. Chrissy, her buxom cohort, finagles many an informer to spilling their guts with a flick of her hair or a loosing of a top button.
If you are looking for a face paced who done it that will leave you laughing tille you nearly pee your pants then Sophie Littlefield’s, “Bad Day for a Scandal,” is for you.