Instead of a boring author bio (I live in Ohio-blah, blah, blah) I’m doing a chat which I’ve decided consists of me talking to you directly here. Toys held little fascination for me as a child, but give me a good book and I was happy as a clam and twice as quiet. This made my parents extremely happy as family folklore indicates my mouth was rarely shut, and what came out of it was always louder than everyone else's attempts to speak, so I believe it when they tell me they threw a party on the day I got my first library card. (Maybe that’s why Mom taught me to read before I went to Kindergarten?) Good stories transported me to another place and allowed me to focus on the thing I enjoyed the most as my family got the thing they enjoyed the most, which was not having to listen to me loudly opining on the happenings of the moment (every single one of them) whenever I was knee deep in a good yarn. I still enjoy escaping reality by diving into a good book, and I know I always will.
I am not allergic to a good action flick (far from it) and I adore a good mystery. But I am not a fan of guts and gore the way we see that stuff splashed all over TV and movies in super-sickening detail nowadays. (NCIS, I love you, but you ruin my dinner.) So when I found the original Cat Who series some years ago, I was extremely satisfied to climb into the non-toxic landscape of Moose County and lose myself in tale after tale of life with our three favorite characters-Jim Qwilleran, and his two Siamese cats Koko, and Yum Yum–400 miles north of everywhere. I collected each book eventually and read through them all. Then a funny thing happened. Some time later, I found myself reading through each of them again one-by-one.
Throughout the years whenever I would find myself missing my favorite mental vacation home, I’d pack my bags and go back to the Press Club down below or to Pickax City. I got to the point where I needed more books. But that wasn’t going to happen for reasons I’m sure you know (RIP, LJB). I constantly read the same sentiments from others in an online chat forum on the subject till I finally woke up one day and it hit me: I could keep wishing new books would magically appear out of the ether, or I could shut up and get busy writing THE NEW CAT WHO series. Eureka! I was always good with words so I thought, why not? If nothing else, I can read my own stuff and enjoy it-which I do! That being said, you won’t find a plethora of hacked up body parts in my books either. It’s all good, clean fun.
My goal is to get to the point where I can do this full time and write 2-3 of these a year for us. So if you like this book (The Cat Who Climbed a Tree) which is the first book of my mystery series, tell your friends about it. Please leave a review at the purchase site and feel free to send me an email with your thoughts at email@example.com - because just when we think we have arrived, we always have more to learn. I appreciate you more than you know. LD
“That’s Qwilleran with a W.”
The Cat Who Climbed a Tree
by Lane DeAngelo
Ex-crime reporter Jim Qwilleran is back at it in book one of The New Cat Who mysteries with his beloved Siamese cats Koko, and Yum Yum. A Sunday morning walk provides a dead body and a murder to investigate. Koko provides clues and Qwill has to figure out how long-deceased Penelope Goodwinter figures into the mix. Pack your bags and come along for good, clean fun-400 miles north of everywhere!
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