I was really excited to get a chance to read this book because I’ve really loved Fardig’s other books, so I’m going to feel terrible writing this review. I just didn’t like this one.
After solving a murder at a local restaurant, Quinn Bellandini just wants to get back to her comfortable life running her grandfather’s B&B in Savannah, Georgia, with her sister, Delilah. But those plans get buried when Quinn and her new boyfriend, Tucker Heyward, dig up an old skeleton while doing some landscaping in his aunt Lela’s backyard. Before long, Lela becomes the prime suspect in the thirty-three-year-old unsolved murder of a high school homecoming queen.
Tucker is devastated. But Quinn’s conscience won’t let her risk an elderly woman spending her twilight years in jail for a crime she didn’t commit. And Delilah, bored by the quiet B&B biz, has been itching to do some more investigating of her own.
Soon they’re questioning a growing list of suspects, from nosy neighbors and snooty Savannah socialites to mild-mannered teachers and old high-school friends of the victim—including Quinn and Delilah’s own parents. But no one is safe from a killer who’s totally old school.
It doesn’t get much cozier or cheesier than this book. Quinn still falls flat, there wasn’t enough Grandpa Sal or Uncle Frank for amusement, and no excitement of any kind until the last few pages. Much like Quinn was phoning in breakfast each morning for her guests, this feels like Fardig wrote it in haste or turned it to an intern team for their best shot at matching her style.
There was minimal character development, barely a hint of romance, and almost nothing interesting about the plot. It mostly felt cheesier than the grits served at Bellandini’s Bed and Breakfast.
Do you love a cozy mystery? Is this something you’d like to read?