I liked this book. It was fast, easy-to-read, and at times, light'n'fluffy to read. I'm impressed with the nuggets of information spread throughout this book. They're tiny, yet important to the develpment of at least threee storylines in this book. I think of Ms. Bliss as a master chef who has several creations going on at once in various stages. Not once has her "souffle'" burned, flattened, or somehow been destroyed (just the opposite of what would/could happen to Annie).
Again, I loved Annie's pitiful attempts at cooking (at least she doesn't rehash the same stories over and over) as it reminds me of my own lackluster (or is it pathetic?) attempts to kill mankind one bite at a time. I am surprised that Annie can (and does) venture forth with the art of electricity (I'm assuming Annie's never had recurring issues with electricity). I love the details regarding the various instruments of torture (commonly called kitchen aid devices). I do wonder if Annie can grate cheese successfully.
What is not pathetic in this novel is the wordsmithing. Several times Ms. Bliss correctly uses complex words thus ensuring the reader's attention is captured and never let off the hook. I love "big" words; so to have a book, which seems like "fluff," give a person a metaphorical punch in the solar plexus is a wonderful feeling.
While all that and more is successful, I do not want to pull my punches regarding the minutia in this story. As one can tell, I love comedy (i.e. the kitchen disasters or the scene in the RV with the oyster knife), but I want more details on the inepitude of Annie in these disasters. The plot is great either way, perhaps this is just a quirk in my nature, but I love the comedic sections just as much as the sleuthing, and I'm feeling starved. Or is it that the cream puff lacks a smidge of the puff?
All in all, this is a terrific read, and if you love comedy with your slice of murder, then climb aboard, you won't be disappointed.
When Annie leaves the safety of her old bank job to become the full-time manager of her boyfriend’s restaurant, what’s meant to be the first day of the rest of her life might be the last day of someone else’s.