L-O-L! No, really. My first response was really to laugh out loud. My next response was to make this part of my blog post this week, because, frankly, Odelia's purse is like mine - pretty normal and boring.
So back to the rocks ...
First of all, what does this reader expect? All fictional amateur sleuths are a bit off their rockers (pun intended). They purposefully put themselves in harm's way in pursuit of justice. If they acted like normal, real people they would simply call the police and be done with it.
Oh yeah, now there's a best seller in the making - right?
If the amateur sleuths found in the pages of novels were really smart, they wouldn't go trekking after killers, clues and motives, and we wouldn't be having this conversation because I wouldn't be a writer of humorous crime fiction. Without proper training, these everyday, nosey faux detectives are simply stumbling around hoping to catch the killer or killers before they get whacked themselves.
There are rocks that decorate your garden. Rocks that provide a home for your fish. Rocks that you drive hundreds of miles out of your way to visit on vacation, including Mount Rushmore, one of the most famous rocks.
We carve sayings into rocks and give them as gifts of love, support and encouragement. We even use them to mark and honor the graves of our loved ones.
Doesn't sound too stupid to me!
Oh, and let's not forget The Rock. One of the cutest of cutie pies with a rock-hard bod and killer smile, and a genius at self-promotion. Have you seen his commercial for milk? He could sell the stuff to someone with a severe lactose intolerance problem.
Kindle, cell phone, makeup, wallet, several pens, hand sanitizer, one large key ring with keys to my apt. security door, car, mail box and gas tank, another key ring with keys to my office, business cards, nail file, gum, ibuprofen, cough drops and tissues.
Boring, yes. Dumb, no.