Hello, Gentle Readers. It's the deepest, hottest part of the summer in the desert, which means I try to find books that help me escape the record temperatures and drought.
Murder in the Cookbook Nook by Ellery Adams I thought the name was a little precious, but the premise seemed promising, although it's a common theme in the genre right now: murder on a reality show. This is the second or third of the these Murder on a Reality Show Set I've read the past year or so. I hate reality TV shoes, so murder on the set? Yup, I can enjoy that. In this book, a popular cooking reality show hosted by a social media superstar comes to film at Storyton Hall. Storyton Hall is the most idyllic and yet unrealistic resort you've ever heard of. The series is called the Book Retreat mystery series, and Storyton Hall is a resort for book lovers. Every room has been named after an author; there are books everywhere, and cosy nooks and crannies for book lovers to relax and indulge their literary tastes while indulging in typical resort amenities such as a spa, a word class restaurant, and different outdoor activities. Since the idea of a vacation spent reading one book after the other while someone else cooks and cleans for me sounds heavenly, I was all on board for this. But despite sounding like my idea of a perfect vacation, the book was just a little too precious. The characters, the setting, the history of Storyton Hall--it's all so perfect. Everyone is beautiful and kind, they all love each other like a family, they are all dedicated to preserving Storyton Hall and its mysterious past and the apparent millions of dollars in antiques and goodness knows what other hidden glories. The hall has a full crime lab (who the heck would fill in a health document to go stay at resort?) where they can do in-house blood analysis. I'm not kidding you. They do full background checks and complete guest profiles on everyone who stays there. I have nothing to hide, but how invasive is that? I sure hope Miraval, where I had a mini spa vacation, didn't operate like this behind the scenes. (This could be tied to the hall's history, but I never got a good sense of what that was as the description was very cryptic and short and left with more questions than were answered; this series doesn't seem to be friendly to readers who don't start at book 1). By the way, tampering at the murder scene to get a blood sample to analyze should have incensed the sheriff and gotten Jane and her crew in trouble. But, ahh, it's Perfectland where they can do what they want, have apparently millions of dollars to maintain the hotel and the lab, and pr relentlessly into people's background; so unrealistic. I mean, part of the appeal of mysteries is that the amateur detective has to use their wits to figure it out, when they have large gaping holes in the information they have access to. There were some poorly explained or unexplainable incidents: how did Sinclair know that Jane had an urgent message on her cell phone in Chapter 11? A trained tracking dog will not get confused by multiple scents; that's the whole point of using a tracking dog (also in Chapter 11). I started mentally pleading for someone to lose their patience (like the sheriff for their meddling), or be rude, at least less perfect. Even Jane's 11-year-old twin sons are perfect--they clean up, they help out, they immediately agree to go quietly read (instead of play?), they listen to all the adults around them. Has the author ever met 11-year-old boys? I liked the book, despite the saccharine perfectness of it all, because it's (dare I say it?) perfect for summer reading--non-taxing, nonviolent, always sunny. But I am not sure I'd read any other entires inthe series because there's no grounding in reality. The reader is supposed to be able to be the main character, through whose eyes we experience the story. Jane is too perfect, her life too perfect, the ability to get what she wants done instantly because she has a full staff and a full crime lab and a perfect boyfriend and perfect children and---I couldn't identify with her at all. I simultaneously liked it and disliked it. Part of the dissatisfaction with it stems from the advanced reader's copy I read from Net Galley (it was published in April)-- there almost 100 typos and missing words (I read it on my Kindle, so yes, I know exactly how many notes I kept for publisher on all of these). I sure hope they were all corrected before the book went to press. A summertime escape that sadly, ultimately, didn't satisfy me.