It's a detective novel of sorts, by John Ross
Here's a lovely little overwritten description (from the library call card holder glued into the book):
"In The Ivory Grin, Archer, the private eye who sees deeper than most, presses another murder investigation to a strange, moving conclusion. A dozen lives are laid bare, as, in the end, is the criminal secret that links them all together. It is a book for those who are wear of gin-mll mysteries punctuated with automatic bumps on the head--a book to refute the too widely credited charges that the detective has passed his peak in American fiction.And after this little book retired from library service, it was owned at some point by Ms. Shirley Mussner. Or Missner.
Perhaps of the Cedar Rapids, Iowa, Mussners. Or Missners.
Or perhaps it's just the book that is from Cedar Rapids, Iowa.
I like to think that Shirley was a library rules scofflaw like me. Perhaps she checked out the book and then neglected for so long to return it that, in the end, the exorbitant library fees convinced her to just keep the book.
Perhaps she even had to flee Cedar Rapids because of it.
I have a very romantic view of overdue library books, I think.
Your Very Own Little Pals
My pal Kelly First sent me a care package of little pals!
A little elephant, a little jackass, and a little giraffe!
A pair of Noggin Bops wind-up toys that do The Twist!
This bee who collapses from the pressure of daily living. Or something.
Huh?
And a mini-Wooly Willie.
"Magnetic Personality"? That's code, yo. It means that he's not very good-looking.
Thank you, Kelly!! I love my new little pals!
From your pal, Brenda!
Pairs
I've made a handful of paper beads since I've been here, and today I made a handful of earrings from those beads.
They're all roughly in this vein (there are more photos of them over on my flickr site), none of the giant chandelier Latina chica earrings I promised you.
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