The Grave Gourmet: A Capucine Culinary Mystery, by Alexander Campion

Ugh. I tried to get into this book. I really did. But it was confusing, nonsensical, illogical, self-indulgent and not very compelling. I was disappointed, too, because it looked so promising. It takes place in Paris, there’s obviously food involved, the main character is a female police officer who is married to a chef–it all seemed like a book I would like. But…no. I made it just past the halfway mark then skipped ahead to the end (which I almost never do!). Tout finis!

A Body to Die For: A Savannah Reid Mystery, by G.A. McKevett

It was fun to read (and I figured out the ending) but the series could really benefit from a fact checker.

I don’t think there is a single bit of evidence that could be used in court, so egregious was the disregard of the law. It makes no sense that a police officer would allow–even request–a private investigator to accompany him on official police business (not to mention the other civilians who are permitted to visit–and break into–crime scenes), including interrogations, searches and next-of-kin notifications. The legal errors are really too numerous to list, since they comprise the entire book.

Death of a Glutton: A Hamish Macbeth Mystery, by M.C. Beaton

There are certain things in M.C. Beaton’s books that I find particularly unpleasant to read–a lax attitude toward drinking and driving, police officers drinking on the job, and casual mention of domestic violence. This book in particular bothered me for all of the above reasons, especially the last. I sometimes cannot believe it is a woman writing them. While I love her books, I do not like her apparent attitude that violence against women is “no big deal” or that it’s excusable because “some women have it coming.” If she were a male writers this would probably be enough for me to stop reading him altogether! On the other hand, she is one of my favourites…


The Bedwetter: Stories of Courage, Redemption and Pee, by Sarah Silverman

It was funny in parts, revelatory in others (she was a bedwetter until the age of 16!) but it wasn’t as enjoyable as Kathy Griffin’s book, it never talked about Jimmy Kimmel (curious…) and I’m 75% sure it was heavily ghost-written. I mean, maybe not, since she’s more of a comedy writer than Kathy Griffin (who probably did have a ghost writer, but then, she’d probably freely admit it). It was okay. I’d give it a B-.