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Dying to remember
Fitzwater, Judy.
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First edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Fawcett Books, 2000.
Physical Description:
221 pages ; 18 cm
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"A Jennifer Marsh mystery"--Cover.
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Jennifer Marsh's high school reunion is truly a nightmare. Among her classmates: overweight ex-jocks handing out business cards; former cheerleaders fast becoming clones of their mothers; class beauty Sheena Cassidy, more narcissistic than ever; and bad boy Danny Buckner, Jennifer's unforgotten first love. Missing, of course, is Jimmy Mitchell, whose haunting disappearance on prom night twelve years ago remains a chilling mystery. All that's needed to make the evening a complete disaster is murder--an oversight soon gruesomely remedied by person or persons unknown. Trapped in the dangerous thick of it is Jennifer, knowing too much to suit a killer . . . and dying to remember enough to save her own life.

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Publisher's Weekly Review

Jennifer Marsh, an aspiring mystery writer and amateur detective, knows she is no Stephanie Plum, and Macon, Ga., is a pale imitation of the Burg, but there are the requisite cronies (her critique group) and boyfriend (Sam, a crime reporter). Following Dying For A Clue, this latest series entry takes Marsh to her 12th high school reunion, where she's briefly reunited with the boyfriend she never forgot and the scheming cheerleader who stole him from her. When the boyfriend turns up deadÄa suspected suicideÄthat event kicks off another look at the unsolved disappearance of a student that coincided with Marsh's prom night. Refusing to believe her old beau was a murderer, Jennifer joins forces with her nemesis, the cheerleader-widow, to get to the bottom of the mystery. Fitzwater comes through with an imaginative plot, hilarious secondary characters (the critique group, mostly aspiring romance writers, is a hoot) and good red herrings to throw readers off the track. (Aug.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved



High school. The words made Jennifer Marsh shudder. She'd left all thoughts of it behind her twelve years ago, and she wasn't about to go back. Not for love, not for money, and certainly not for a plate of fettuccine Alfredo and a chocolate sundae. "It's your ten-year reunion," Jennifer reminded Leigh Ann as calmly as she could, across the small, round table at Luigi's, irritated that she'd been suckered into a lunch date with a secret agenda. She'd actually put on a skirt and panty hose for this? She should have known something was up when Leigh Ann had offered to treat. "You don't need me to go with you, and I certainly have no desire to see any of those people ever again." "I think you just insulted me. I'm one of those people," Leigh Ann reminded her, tugging at the lapel of her jade-colored suit. The petite brunette scooped up a spoonful of syrup, drizzled it over her vanilla ice cream, and kept her green eyes focused on the thin stream of chocolate. Luigi kept the syrup just for her. Sundaes weren't on the menu. "It's for all classes," Leigh Ann went on, "like it always is, so they can get a big enough crowd to warrant using the school gym. Everybody's going to be there." Leigh Ann cleared her throat. "Danny Buckner is com- ing. He does every year, just waiting for you to show up. I'm sure he's dying to see you again." The mention of Danny's name, even all these years later, sent a twinge through her heart. She grabbed Leigh Ann's spoon away from her, dripping fudge on the white tablecloth, and shook it at her. "Why you would think I'd still be interested in the likes of Danny Buckner--" A lady at the next table raised an eyebrow, and Jennifer abruptly stopped talking. Leigh Ann rolled her eyes. "You were smitten with the boy, Jen." "Smitten? What kind of word is that?" Jennifer demanded in a loud whisper. "People haven't been 'smitten' for the last fifty years. Besides, he's married." "Well yeah, to Sheena Cassidy. But I always considered that a temporary condition." If looks could burn, Leigh Ann would have gone up in flames. "Ten years can hardly be considered temporary," Jennifer pointed out. Leigh Ann held up her hands in defense. "You are so touchy. Besides, I was just stating my opinion. I certainly wasn't suggesting that you start something up with him again. I just thought you might be curious, after all these years, to know how he turned out." Jennifer dropped her gaze. She could almost feel her friend studying her face, which must be glowing a soft pink if the heat she felt in her cheeks was any indication. "Sheena kind of did a number on you, didn't she?" Leigh Ann observed. That was an understatement. Once Sheena realized Danny had set his sights on Jennifer, her only mission was to turn Jennifer's life into a living hell. No boy could possibly be worth going through all that. And Jennifer's inability to handle the situation was one of the true regrets of her life. "But you still went to the senior prom with him," Leigh Ann reminded her. Jennifer dropped the spoon back into Leigh Ann's stemmed ice cream glass and turned an even brighter red. She couldn't tell Leigh Ann it was as much an act of re- venge as a fulfillment of a crush. Evil, terrible revenge against Sheena for all the horrible things that short-skirted, mean-to-the-bone junior squad cheerleader had done to her. And she'd paid for that revenge dearly. Prom night had been one of the worst nights of her life. And not just because Sheena had tried to take Danny away from her on the dance floor, or because she'd come home to a house with toilet paper streaming from the trees. "I think you should go," Leigh Ann insisted with bright eyes, scooping up another bite of sundae. "You've got your college degree, you're writing your books, you're working with Dee Dee in her catering business making those vegetable flower wreaths that are true works of art, you've got no gray in your hair and no lines in your face except when you smile really big, you haven't gained an ounce, and you've got all your teeth." "All my teeth? I'm only thir--" The word stuck in her throat. She'd found no graceful way to ease into the next decade of her life. It'd come upon her like a tiger in the night, ripping her youth from her and leaving her in shock. Like it or not, she was one of the grown-ups now. And her life plan--to have her mystery writing career well under way by this time--was all askew. If she gave in and went to the reunion, what would she say when people asked her what she did for a living? She could hardly tell them she was a wannabe--with nine unpublished manuscripts gathering dust in her closet and more rejection slips than Gone with the Wind had pages. "What do you plan to tell them about your writing?" Jennifer asked. A twinkle sparked in Leigh Ann's eye as she savored the ice cream on her tongue. "Writing? Who's going to be talking about writing?" She knew better than to go anywhere with Leigh Ann, even if Leigh Ann was one of her dearest friends and a member of her writers' group. Leigh Ann was always on the prowl. She lived and breathed the romance she wrote, and yet . . . Jennifer studied Leigh Ann's tiny, doll-like features. What was it that made love so elusive for her? Why did she keep it on such a superficial, primitive attraction level? Why did she have such commitment issues? And why was she so hot to go to this reunion? They'd known each other in high school, but not well. Had there been someone, maybe back then, when most insecurities are formed . . . "Besides, I'm thinking about writing a book about old flames," Leigh Ann said. "You know, high school sweethearts who find each other years later. Something a lot of people can relate to." Two years ago Jennifer had started writing a book of her own based on her high school experiences, but it was no love story. It had turned into something more along the lines of Scream or Prom Night. She'd put it away. Obviously, she had issues, and Leigh Ann should realize that some unresolved problems were better left that way, before they had a chance to rise up and bite her again. Excerpted from Dying to Remember by Judy Fitzwater All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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