In addition to learning about Clare through her actions and decisions, we learn about the other characters in the book, as each one takes control of a chapter’s POV. I’m not a poker player, but going by what I see of tournaments on TV, Spano has done a good job of making these egotistical and big-talking poker players believable. And Clare can bluff with the best of them, which is good since she has a lot of money in the pot, and it’s not her money. Bit by bit, she whittles away at the players’ alibis as well as their stake in the tournament.
I thought this was a fun and suspenseful read. I like Clare Vengel and will look for the next book in the series.
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I give Death Plays Poker by Robin Spano a rating of Hel-of-a-Writer. She made her characters in this who-dunnit believable, interesting, and memorable.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~FTC Disclaimer: I was given nothing in return for this review. Well, that’s not exactly true. I was given enjoyment. But to be honest, I take enjoyment from other things. Like telephone calls from friends and my children. And Christmas cards (It’s a shame they’re going out of style these days). And my movie purse. Okay, I admit, I love movie popcorn, but movie popcorn loves my thighs, so I take a ziplock bag of grapes in my 1980s cloth purse (Yes, I was alive way back then; I was in my teens). Okay, okay, I know this is a Federal disclaimer so I shouldn’t lie. (Let’s just say I was older than 15.) And no, I don’t think I’m cheating the theatre. I buy a medium Diet Coke and my husband and son each buy a giant Coke and a giant bin of popcorn, and sometimes candy, plus we, of course, buy our tickets. I think all that stuff offsets my grapes. Wait a minute, I got off track. Where was I going? Oh yeah, I could see Clare Vengel on the big screen, solving the unusual cases. I’d watch that. I might even throw a few strawberries into the grapes in my movie purse. Call me if you’re going. I’ll bring extra.