✨ This Week’s Intro ~ 100% Stability, 100% Calm, 0% Shenanigans (Suspiciously) ✨
Hello, my gorgeous library guests
and
Welcome back to the Mewton‑Clawson Library at BBHQ.
I am thrilled to report that the library remains in a state of utter, uninterrupted serenity. Yes, my dahlings, another week of epic calm. No flickers. No anomalies. No books or tomes endeavouring to express themselves interpretively. The atmosphere is so peaceful that even the dust motes are floating in slow motion.
Melvyn, naturally, is convinced this is a trap.
The shelves are still flawlessly aligned.
The books are still whisper‑quiet.
The mice are still conducting themselves with the poise of tiny librarians in training.
Even the encyclopaedias have embraced a soothing hum that could be marketed as a relaxation soundtrack.
It’s all very … harmonious.
📚 A Morning of Tranquil Peace
Me: “Melvyn, sweetie, isn’t this lovely? Another purrfectly calm morning.”
Melvyn: “Amber… the stapler hasn’t even clicked once today.”
Me: “It’s conserving energy.”
Melvyn: “It doesn’t conserve energy. It plots.”
Me: “Sweetie, everything needs a little stillness.”
Melvyn: “Even the thesaurus hasn’t sighed dramatically.”
Me: “It’s practising mindfulness.”
Melvyn: “Amber, it spent yesterday arranging its pages by emotional intensity. What’s left to be mindful about?”
Me: “Inner peace.”
Melvyn: “Amber, this level of calm is unnatural.”
Me: “It’s called tranquillity.”
Melvyn: “It’s called ominous.”
Me: “Sweetie, mew’re wound tighter than a ball of yarn at a kitten convention.”
Melvyn: “I’m just saying… the library is too quiet.”
Me: “It’s called serenity.”
Melvyn: “It’s called ‘something is about to happen.’”
Me: “The only thing happening is me trying to enjoy my catnip tea. Want a biscuit? I've got some Jammie Dodgers.”
Melvyn: “Amber… the thesaurus just walked past the door.”
Me: “Walking is good. Movement is healthy.”
Melvyn: “It was tiptoeing.”
Me: “It’s being considerate.”
Melvyn: “Amber, please.”
Me: “Fine. I’ll check on it after my tea.”
Melvyn: “Thank mew.”
Me: “Unless I fall asleep first."
📚 General Library Status Update
No time pockets
No flickers
No humming anomalies
No PPE‑wearing mice
No dictionary interventions
No thesaurus incidents (it is doing mindful colouring on Level Six)
In short:
The library is calm.
Deeply calm.
Suspiciously calm.
And honestly? I’m luxuriating in it.
So, my pawesome library guests, if mew notice the soft rustle of purrfectly behaved books and the gentle patter of mice who have embraced administrative excellence, rest assured, this is still the correct version of the library.
Probably.
Now, let’s begin this week’s travelogue before Melvyn starts crafting an emergency preparedness plan titled “What To Do When The Calm Inevitably Ends”, and Oswald begins stockpiling cheese cubes “just in case.”
🐊 Amber’s Egyptian Adventure #16: Crocodile Couture at Kom Ombo
(Where the Nile Glitters and the Crocodiles Judge Quietly)
Location: The Twin Temples of Kom Ombo - a purrfectly symmetrical sanctuary dedicated to Sobek, the crocodile god, and Horus the Elder, perched dramatically on the Nile’s edge with sandstone glowing honey‑gold in the sun.
Time: Early evening, when the river breeze cools the air, and the temple stones radiate the day’s warmth like a purrfectly heated sunbed.
Dahlings, this week I ventured to Kom Ombo, a temple so symmetrical it felt like walking into a divine mirror, one side for Sobek, lord of crocodiles and chaos, and the other for Horus the Elder, noble and serene. Naturally, I positioned myself exactly in the centre, because balance is important… and also because both gods deserved an equal opportunity to admire me.
The Nile shimmered beside the temple, its waters catching the last rays of sunlight, which glimmered like golden sparkles as feluccas drifted past. I paused dramatically on the steps, tail elegantly curled, and announced:
“I, Amber, have arrived. Please keep all crocodiles and lesser deities calm.”
For this outing, I wore a Nile‑green silk wrap, flowing like river water, cinched with a belt of gold, malachite, and carnelian. Around my neck shimmered a crocodile‑scale collar in iridescent greens and blues. And atop my head? A twin‑plumed headdress with a stylised crocodile tail motif, fierce, furbulous, and guaranteed to make Sobek himself blink twice.
Inside, the temple walls told stories of offerings, rituals, and divine drama. I admired a relief of Sobek receiving tribute and whispered:
“Dahling, mew have excellent taste in accessories.”
Then I padded into the Crocodile Museum, where rows of mummified crocodiles lay in glass cases, their ancient teeth frozen in eternal judgment. I sipped my Crocodile Bite Cooler, a zesty blend of lime, mint, ginger, and a whisper of catnip essence and murmured:
“Oh my, I’ve never been surrounded by so many teeth.”
The dual sanctuaries glowed in the golden light, each chamber mirroring the other. I walked serenely between them, letting the symmetry frame me like a living hieroglyph. The breeze carried the scent of the Nile, and for a moment, I felt like the goddess of balance, beauty, and impeccable fashion.
Kom Ombo may honour two gods, but today it honoured me, a feline of elegance, courage, and just enough sass to keep the crocodiles guessing.
My Crocodile‑Approved Essentials Included:
🐊 A Crocodile Bite Cooler, sharp, refreshing, and with a hint of danger (just like Sobek)
📜 A scroll of temple inscriptions, annotated with my paw‑written notes, “I would’ve loved to have been here back in the day.”
👑 A twin‑plumed headdress, fierce enough to impress crocodiles and falcons alike
🐾 A Nile‑green silk wrap, ideal for dramatic poses against sandstone
Mood: Regal, river‑breezy, and deliciously daring (with one eye on the water… just in case)
Quote of the Day: “Two gods, one temple, and a cat who knows exactly where to stand.”
✨ Next week, we’re heading somewhere island‑bound, goddess‑blessed, and shimmering with magic. Think: sacred waters, lotus blossoms, and a temple rescued from the rising Nile.
Today, the P.A. is also joining in Friday Fill-ins Blog Hop with the pawesome 15 & Meowing and Four-Legged Furballs.
1. I rue the day ________________.
2. One thing I wish I had closure with is __________________.
3. _________ recently took a turn for the worse when _________.
4. My _________ has improved thanks to _________.
The P.A.'s answers are...
1. I rue the day I said, “I’ll remember that password.” I should have written it down, but there you go! LOL
2. One thing I wish I had closure with is what happened to the amethyst earring that mysteriously vanished years ago.
3. My healthy eating streak recently took a turn for the worse when hubby mentioned take-out pizza and pudding ... and chocolate pudding too ... it's my kryptonite.
4. My day has improved thanks to finding money in a coat I haven't worn in ages.
As it's the last Friday of the month, we're also joining in the furbulous...
Melvyn The Blur
He was mid lick, no more explanation needed! MOL
Let's see what I've got to show mew this time!
Twelve Angry Librarians
A Cat in the Stacks Mystery: 8
by
Miranda James
Today I thought it was about time to continue with the A Cat in the Stacks series, as it's been ages since I've reviewed any of Miranda James' furbulous novels, and they are so good. If mew missed any of the previous reviews for this series so far, here are the links to catch up:
Murder Past Due ~ Book One - Reviewed by Humphrey
Classified as Murder ~ Book Two
File M for Murder ~ Book Three
Out of Circulation ~ Book Four
The Silence of The Library ~ Book 5
Arsenic and Old Books ~ Book 6
No Cats Allowed ~ Book 7
📚 This Week’s Paw‑Approved Top Pick: Twelve Angry Librarians
Dahlings, gather your tote bags and polish your spectacles, because this week’s book drops us right into the middle of a librarian convention, which, as it turns out, is far more dangerous than any of us polite library felines might have imagined. And at the centre of it all? Charlie Harris and the incomparable Diesel, a Maine Coon of magnificent proportions and even more magnificent intuition.
❓ What’s the Vibe?
Southern charm, academic drama, simmering rivalries, and a murder that practically begs for a cat’s discerning eye. It’s cozy, clever, and full of that warm, bookish atmosphere that makes me want to curl up on a stack of overdue returns and watch the drama unfold.
🐾 What’s the Story?
Charlie Harris, interim library director and full‑time cat dad to Diesel, is already stressed about hosting the Southern Academic Libraries Association's annual meeting. Public speaking? In front of librarians? The horror.
But things get worse, so much worse, when the keynote speaker turns out to be Gavin Fong, Charlie’s old nemesis from library school. Gavin is arrogant, abrasive, and determined to rile up the entire profession by declaring that degreed librarians are obsolete. Naturally, this does not go down well.
So when Gavin drops dead shortly after his speech, the list of suspects is longer than a library’s overdue fines. And because Charlie was seen arguing with him the day before, he’s suddenly the prime suspect.
Enter Diesel:
dignified
purrfectly observant
and ready to help his human sniff out the truth
Together, they must untangle academic grudges, professional jealousy, and librarian politics, which, trust me, are far more cut‑throat than they sound.
⚔️ What I Loved
😼 Diesel: A gentle giant with impeccable manners and impeccable instincts. His presence alone elevates every scene.
📚 The Librarian Drama: Oh, the pettiness. The rivalries. The whispered gossip over coffee urns. Delicious.
🕵️ Charlie: Endearing, thoughtful, and constantly trying to stay out of trouble … which never works.
🏫 The Academic Setting: A convention full of librarians is the purrfect backdrop for a mystery, so many secrets, so many grudges, so many tote bags.
🔍 The Mystery: Well‑paced, twisty, and satisfying. Plenty of clues, plenty of motives, and a final reveal that feels earned.
📖 Final Thoughts
This is a charming, warm, and thoroughly enjoyable cozy mystery with just the right amount of tension. Diesel shines (as he should), Charlie muddles through with heart, and the academic setting adds a delightful flavour of professional chaos.
If mew love mysteries where the cat is the smartest creature in the room, and the humans are just trying to keep up, this is a wonderfully comforting read.
🪄 Summed Up in One Sentence
🐾 A delightful, librarian‑laden mystery where Diesel steals the show, and the humans scramble to keep up. 🐾
A Top Paw Read, and an epic addition to this meowvellous series!
Paperback: 266 pages
Audio: 7 hours 25 mins
My Ratings Scale
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Twelve Angry Librarians
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I really hope mew enjoy the book as much as I did if mew decide to read it.
It's time for me to say BFN or bye-for-now as mew know the drill, so many books, so little time, and I'll be back next week with another specially paw-picked book just for mew, and don't forget that all my previous reviews can be found on my Book Review page.
Until next time...
Keep calm and read more books
Amber
The Cat Book Connoisseur
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