Standing Room Only at Wine Bar Book Launch

An enthusiastic audience crowded into the Mad Hatter Wine Bar in Annapolis Royal on September 30, 2025. They came in droves to hear author Paul Rapsey read selections from his newest book, "A Market for Mystery". The word "read" is a misnomer as Paul performed the five selections by memory. The audience was captivated.

The Annapolis Royal Town Crier, whose namesake appears in the novel, was at the book launch. She participated with great humour in the opening selection.

There were forty-seven people in attendance for the first reading and a smaller group of eight were there for the second reading. The two readings each lasted about 20 minutes.

Paul signed over thirty copies of his book and took a number of questions about his works and his method in writing them.

He is now working on his sixth mystery novel and has a novella coming out in the early spring of 2026.

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