Book 7: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie

Finished: January 31
Pages: 373

I suppose, for a man in his 70's publishing his first mystery novel, this one isn't bad. And to be perfectly honest, I don't read mystery novels.
My issues are few but inescapable. The heroine is both precocious and naive, sometimes in a way that is well done, sometimes in a way that makes me want to punch her in the face. The overwhelming British-ness makes me think that the author was trying too hard to be British, and in light of discovering his Canadian roots, is slightly forgivable.
The thing that bothered me the most is the reason why I don't like mystery novels. I need to know what the hell is going on, and in this particular book, it took me two-thirds of the book to figure out who and what and huh? I'd rather just watch Hercule Poirot reruns on PBS.
The dialogue and character development was good, with the minor exception of the protagonist, sometimes.

Good Reading,
Caitlin