I went through a period where I was trying to read all the new mystery novels in order (or at least in the order that they put them out on the shelves in the library). This was one of those books…I probably wouldn’t have picked it up otherwise. You see, I’m not a big fan of the super-serious mystery. I much prefer the silly-little mystery, or, goodness knows, the good mystery. This book looks like your stereotypical super-serious mystery…author’s name at the top, almost bigger than the title; main character a man (even a retired cop!); heinous murders happen that he alone can fix. It was the whole package. This turned out to be a pretty good story.
Apparently, this is part of a series, featuring out hero. He retired to a beautiful home in the English countryside, where murder reaches him on his doorstep. Despite his wife’s protestations, he throws himself into the investigation, which he, of course, solves after numerous adventures.
I liked the story, and I liked the characters. the family was a great group (the wife happily fed the local bums, was a doctor that made low-cost house calls, and cared for her husband in ways not usually seen in a super serious mystery). There was some nice tension built up throughout the plot, but it wasn’t so badly done that I just didn’t want to finish. Over all, a pretty good read.