Thursday, August 14, 2008

Hank the Flamingo

Are you a Lumby fan?
Nancy Coffey, a valued colleague, represents Gail Fraser the author of Lumby series books that start with The Lumby Lines.


I was drawn to the cover art instantly:
Then I read all three books and while they are the farthest thing from the sardonic, blood drenched, minimalist crime novels that I sell, they were indeed quite fun.

And I love Hank the Flamingo. He's quite a delight. Very circumspect in his public utterances, given he is, shall we say, inanimate, he is none the less, one of the most fun characters I've read about in quite some time.



Then I found out that Hank travels. To book clubs! And during the August doldrums, to New York City. To visit 'his agent.'

Well!
Scaring the tourists is half the fun:


9 comments:

Bill Cameron said...

Poor flamingo has no clue what's in store for him.

Cathy in AK said...

I think I saw this scenerio on "Animal Planet."

Lynne Sears Williams said...

Flamingo is gone; snake does not eat for a week or so. Hank should not visit his agent, no matter how spiffy he looks.

Jon said...

Something tells me Janet's office is starting to look like a zoo. Gee, then, I should fit right in. Right after I finish my crime novel, that is.

Joanna said...

Is it just me, or does Janet seem particularly fond of stuffed and/or plastic animals???

Heidi Willis said...

When I was two I told everyone my dad worked with animals because every night he came home and said work was a zoo that day.

(He was a lawyer)

Looks like you can say the same thing!

(Shouldn't this be labeled, "Get back to work, Janet"??)

Sandra Cormier said...

I have a pair of plastic flamingos given to my neighbours on their fiftieth anniversary. One is a groom, the other is a bride.

They have both since passed away, along with their daughter who gave them to me.

They still peek at me from the bushes, their lace and satin a little tattered.

J.J. Hebert said...

Nice pic. Hahaha. :-)

Julie Weathers said...

Poor Hank. I see your assistant is eying him while no one is looking.