As I've been dragging a little while going through chemo, I needed a book that would make me laugh out loud. Right there in my box of goodies from friends and book sales I found Sharyn McCrumb's If I'd Killed Him When I Met Him. This is an old one of hers, from 1995, and I had actually read it back then but boy did it fit the bill.
It's a book about marriage and murder, relationships between families and, um, between species.
Elizabeth MacPherson is part-timing as an investigator for her brother's law firm. Bill and his feminist partner A. P. Hill are the funniest pair of attorneys you'll ever meet. Bill seems to collect oddball clients and A.P. Hill is trying her best to defend a woman who killed her ex-husband and his new bimbo wife and is proud as heck of it.
There are several relationships to explore in this book, some real, some not so much, and there's even an historical twist, a murder by arsenic - or is it?
I always love McCrumb's books. Her slightly skewed sense of humor appeals to me and I can always count on her to make me howl with laughter. It worked again; I'm all cheered up and ready to tackle the chemo again. Thanks, Sharyn.