This is the thirteenth in the British “cozy” series with Dorothy Martin
as the lead character. I have a funny feeling, because Dams won the
Agatha Award for her FIRST debut mystery, that . . .
this one isn’t quite up to snuff. I mean, that though this one might
disappoint a little bit, a little slow, etc that I think others in the series
may be better.
Ms Dams is from Indiana but would love to be from Britain–and tries
to get us in the mood with a trip to Wales with her retired police detective
husband. They are visiting a music festival—and that part was a lot of fun
and very interesting to me, but halfway through the 200 pages, things
began to lag.
She has some good moments—in trying to figure out the pronunciation
of some Welsh words, Dorothy claims “I swear I’m going to make the
Welsh a gift of a large package of vowels.”
And when she’s trying to sort out who murdered the soloist in the
musical group, she decides to take a walk to clear her mind: “I want
lots of fresh air and sheep and sky . . .dew hung heavy on every rose.”
Well, they solve the case–couple of twists and in the epilogue all the
explanations are given at a “lavish meal at the Rose and Crown.”
Kind of fun. I’ll try another another time.