No house party this time, and not even Lochdubh, so if anybody was worrying that all the books were going to follow a pattern... Ms Beaton paints a remarkably lifelike yet satirical picture of an insular village populated with slightly larger-than-life characters as her setting this time. It is true that another unpopular person gets killed, but that is surely partly what cozy means. This is another fairly simple and linear story but with plenty of humor and the kind of sharp satire you would expect from the author of Agatha Raisin. Just the sort of book which demands a winter’s night, a roaring fire and a hot drink. I’m getting hooked already...