Reviewed by Kristin
Joanne Fluke is back with yet another cozy cooking
mystery: Blackberry Pie Murder. Hannah Swensen is baking cookies,
planning her mother’s wedding to Doc, and trying her best not to find any more
dead bodies. Cookies—check. Wedding planning—well, this is her mother we are talking about. No more dead bodies—oops. Famous last words.
After an article in the Lake Eden Journal snarkily points
out that it has been over four months since any member of the Swensen family
has found a dead body, Hannah picks up her friend and Cookie Jar employee,
Lisa, and takes her to the auto mechanic during a thunderstorm. Going down a winding country road, Hannah and
Lisa suddenly feel a thump. That four month body-free spell? It’s over.
Not only is there another dead body, but Hannah is arrested for
vehicular homicide.
As the proprietor of The Cookie Jar, Hannah sounds as if she
must be an amazing cook. Every time a
new type of cookie is mentioned, the recipe is at the end of the chapter: cook’s
notes, variations and all. All the
recipes sound delicious, although I must admit that I skip over them. Hannah and company bake at least three or four
times a day, between cookies to sell at The Cookie Jar, desert for an impromptu
meal, or just any time someone needs to be perked up with chocolate. Maybe we should be shelving these in the
641.5 section.
While I found the beginning of this series to be cute and
enjoyable, it has become somewhat repetitive with seventeen titles featuring
Hannah, her family and her two beaus: Mike and Norman. Since the very first book (Chocolate Chip
Cookie Murder), Hannah has been going back and forth between the handsome and
exciting cop Mike, and the steady, dependable dentist Norman. The love triangle has gone on long
enough. Hannah’s mother is getting
married; it’s time for Hannah to move forward and take one of the men up on his
proposal and cut the other one loose, or just cut both of them loose and move
on as an independent woman.
I don’t know if I was just not in the mood for a cozy
cooking mystery, but this book fell flatter than, well, a fallen cake. Fluke is always telling us things that don’t seem
to be important. Why do we need to know that
in order to install a fancy toilet in a condo, you must get the homeowners
association’s permission? Is this
relevant to the mystery? Did I miss
something? The ending is a bit of a
cliff-hanger. Perhaps Fluke is trying to
keep people hooked and looking forward to the next book in the series. I hate to “break-up” with an author, but I
think it may be time.
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