Well, I Finished It...

Well, it was an arduous journey, but I finally finished the book On What Grounds, by Cleo Coyle. I have since learned this was written by a husband/wife team.  And I think this team needs to go back and try to figure out how to write a murder/mystery.

This book spent the first third of it instructing readers how to create the perfect cup of coffee, putting down tea drinkers, giving the history of each java bean, and basically making the reader feel as if they are morally bankrupt if they don't drink coffee.

By the last third of the book, you have the character going up to any character who happened to glance twice at the murder victim and accusing them of the crime.  It reminded me of a game I had in the seventies growing up...the game consisted of a hung felt background with a bullseye and ping pong balls with velcro on them. Basically it felt like the writers were throwing balls at the wall with the characters mentioned in the book, and the one closest to the bullseye becomes the murderer in the
very last chapter...ridiculous right? That's what I thought at least.

I definitely will not be reading anymore books in this series...I only wish I had my $7.99 back.