Let’s Blame the Librarian: BOOK EIGHT (Soreass Creek 8)

In Soreass Creek, even the library isn’t safe from scandal.

Miss Fern has always been the quiet one. Straight-backed. Soft-voiced. Never the type to start trouble. But when a string of anonymous letters begins exposing the town’s dirtiest secrets, the whispers rise louder than the church choir after Peach Bellamy spikes the punch.

Each letter is sharper than gossip and twice as accurate. Mabel’s bingo schemes. Wade Boone’s secret cowboy poetry. Peach’s bra in the choir loft. Sheriff Pickle arguing with his own paperwork. No sin or slip-up is too small for the mysterious hand behind the notes.

Naturally, all fingers point to the librarian. After all, who else knows everyone’s overdue fines, dog breed preferences, and family skeletons better than Miss Fern?

But Miss Fern has a past. A name that isn’t the one on her library card. And a backup plan that involves microfiche, a shovel, and a stash of overdue romance novels nobody dares to mention out loud.

The town may want someone to blame—but Miss Fern isn’t about to go quietly.

Meanwhile, life in Soreass Creek continues with its usual level of chaos. Booger and Maggie have finally tied the knot, but peace doesn’t last long. Fifteen golden retriever puppies tumble into the world like furry chaos grenades, each with a knack for mischief, matchmaking, or outright theft.

The Yorkies—Harley D., Lilly Lou, and Abby Gail—are still demanding “Air Rides,” leading raids on wedding cakes, and dragging their offspring, the Bits, into trouble before breakfast. MooDonna the goat keeps proving she’s the real mayor, and Mabel’s running bets on whether the puppies will outnumber the humans by Christmas.

Jo McGraw, back in town with more determination than sense, is juggling Boone twin drama, dog weddings, and the constant suspicion that her own heart might be in more danger than she’s willing to admit.

And through it all, the anonymous letters keep appearing. Taped to the bar mirror. Slipped into hymnals. Pinned on the library corkboard. Each one hits closer to home. Each one pulls the town tighter into a knot of blame, suspicion, and reluctant laughter.

Is Miss Fern truly the culprit—or just the easiest scapegoat in a town that thrives on scapegoats?

As accusations build, alliances shift. The funeral director decides Miss Fern needs “a proper escort.” Peach insists on investigating over cocktails. The Boone twins attempt stealth (poorly). And Booger, with Maggie at his side, seems to know more than he’s letting on.

Let’s Blame the Librarian is a story of secrets and scapegoats, of small-town love tangled with livestock, and of one quiet woman who might be far more dangerous than anyone guessed.

Fans of Fannie Flagg, Bailey White, or Jenny Lawson will feel right at home in Soreass Creek, where comedy and chaos meet heart and home.

Pull up a chair, grab a plate of Peach’s pie (guard it carefully), and get ready. The library is open, the puppies are loose, and the truth has sharp teeth.

Because in Soreass Creek, silence is never the same as innocence.