This week, I'm reading Scene of the Climb by Kate Dyer-Seeley.
That's right. I'm trying some fitness/outdoors cozies to work off the calories I gain from reading the culinary cozies. I'll let you know if it works.
Anyway, the book starts off like this:
My fingernails dug into the soggy dirt as my body lurched closer to the sheer cliff face. I desperately jabbed deeper into the ground for traction. It didn't work.
That certainly grabs you, doesn't it?
And from page 56:
Once I dragged myself off this rock face I was going to have to brush up on my investigative skills and get to the bottom of the real story behind Race the States.
Are the two related? You'll have to read the book to find out.