When she said she’d rather die than be a bridesmaid, she didn’t mean it literally…

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Favorite Quotes:

I didn’t have bosoms to speak of. At least, no one I knew ever spoke of them, probably because they weren’t that easy to detect with the naked human eye.

I followed the direction of his gaze to see what had caused his eyes to become the size of dinner plates. And I’m sure mine had done the same, because we were about to be surrounded by mountains. Mountains of flesh in this case, which bulged out the sides of tiny, taut triangles of fabric, held together by strings that must have been made from the same material as the suspension cables from the Golden Gate Bridge for all the load the tiny strands were supporting. The “Ees,” had all donned bikinis and not much of anything else… I glanced at Alex, who pretended to look in the opposite direction as the flesh-fest. “It’s okay, you don’t have to pretend,” I said. I lowered my voice. “I can’t expect you to be super-human. Although I think a large percentage of their bodies might not actually be human anymore.”

Her steps were measured, almost prancing. I looked back at Alex to see if he noticed too. I realized she was trying to tiptoe, so as not to draw any attention. Since that portion of the room was carpeted, there was no point to her sneaky walk and she just ended up looking like a character in a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

I couldn’t move. It wasn’t because I had hurt myself—seriously, that is. I was definitely experiencing some physical pain. But I was frozen, due to the most overwhelming embarrassment I had ever experienced in my life. This beat out wetting my pants in front of the entire elementary school and their parents at a Christmas choir performance, getting pulled over by Alex’s colleague in my underwear, and walking into a window, that I thought was an open sliding glass door, in front of an entire wedding party and having it all caught on film in their wedding video.

K.C. volunteered the information that she knew how to lash together a primitive raft using planks from the shed and everybody’s underwear tied together in case things escalated.

My Review:

This book started as a serialized story with ten installments and was cleverly combined into a long yet fast-paced cozy mystery novel. As there were ten bridesmaids and assorted friends and resort workers, there was a rather large cast of characters to keep up with, yet it didn’t prove a hardship as each was uniquely obnoxious and well fleshed out with intriguing and colorful details. The plot was active and action-packed and the pace was nearly nonstop as, after all, there were ten bridesmaids to kill off. I adore Annie Adam’s wry humor and clever wit; she kept me smirking even though the writing was tame enough for my elderly mother’s book club.