Especially if it takes place 3 days later, as it seems to according to the preview in the back. Also, the plot as far as I read seemed fairly pedestrian - but it wasn't able to carry me further than lunch with her family at the country club, so I don't really know. But instead she comes off as un-intelligent. An unfinished journey is a severer waste. As cozy mysteries go, this one was pretty dark.
Abby flunked out of law school and decided to open a flower shop. And since we are also aware that she couldn't quite cut it to become a lawyer, maybe she just ain't the brightest crayon in the box. Because she's a meddler of the worst sort. The story is padded with so much repetition that it becomes a distraction. The characters were interesting and the plot was dramatic, although perhaps a bit too dramatic.
But the police can't seem to put those two things together? Now Abby is caught in a tangle of menacing phone calls, police corruption, and murderous road rage. Marco is dark, enigmatic, esoteric being that adds to the series. Unlike other cozies, where amateurs just happen to be there during trouble or discover a body or I wonder why no one killed Abby. If all she has going for her is pretty hair with a great rack, then she isn't the female empowered icon I would like to look up to. Marco is a former detective, and he used to know Abby's father, also a former detective who was injured in the line of the duty and is now paralysed.
This has started to become a pet-peeve of mine in mysteries and I hope authors stop doing it soon. Basically I couldn't connect with the female protagonist. I can't emphasize enough how aching I was for Abby. So when I read a first book in a series and enjoy it - I know I will be hooked. What woman would blush at having her nose tweaked at the third meeting or have her anger at a wrongful parking ticket simply melt away on being called cute by some fellow she hardly knows.
That in and of itself is not the issue, lots of cozies are I was excited to start this book and had it on my wishlist for awhile. I did and am free. Abby Knight, a former lawyer turned proud flower shop owner is starting over after the death of her husband with the support from her father, a new business and her daughter off to college. But I got so into the story that I was desperate to keep listening. All of these things are mentioned, but never fully explained.
I would seriously have raised a star if it turned out in the end that she dreamt the whole thing, because there's not one situation in the whole damn book that sounds remotely plausible. This isn't a great review because I just can't seem to care enough about the book to write one. Oh well, its always good to try something new. I own thousands more books -physically- than people queue on Kindles! Sadly this is one of those mysteries. I also feel like this book is different than other cozy mysteries because Abby is not questioning every single person in town to try to figure out who the murder is. She is a welcome addition to the amateur sleuth genre.
She doesn't really have it in her though. I mostly just see a stubborn streak to inspired her to solve the mystery more than kindness being the driving factor. Going into dangerous situations with no back up, no training and paying no attention to her personal safety Abby is the type of character that should be dead but due to luck is not. I am looking forward to reading the next in the series though! I am picky when it comes to my mysteries. On the day of her flower shop opening, her car gets damaged by someone fleeing a murder scene.
For such a good book, it's surprising that the other characters weren't fleshed out. Abby Knight is a meddler and an annoying one at that. But such is the predicament of the heroine that her troubles make for an empathy ridden read. It felt like I was starting a series late so that I missed a lot of the background info except this was the first in the series. This month it was my choice and I decided on an author I had never tried. Did I mention hot hot? Quick let me grab an icy bottle of water.