No doubt that G. M. Malliet is intelligent, well-educated, and with a wicked sense of humor, however I felt that her second Max Tudor mystery just dragged. It's never a good sign when I have to push myself to pick up the book and finish it, when neither the story nor, especially, the characters fully engage my attention or sympathies. As is often the case, the murder victim was not well-liked - a super wealthy earl who had been rapacious in his business practices and monumentally uncaring towards his family. His relatives, suspects all, were snobbish, greedy, selfish, and ludicrously shallow. Though given flamboyant characteristics more suitable to short TV crime dramas, they were, in fact, boring, tedious, and annoying. Max Tudor, the vicar, who stays at the castle after the murder to hunt for clues under the auspices of the real police investigator (a tenuous excuse for our 'detective' to be on the job), is really the only appealing character, as is his love interest Awena. The point of view is mostly Max's but suddenly we'll be in the police Inspector's head, or one of the suspects', or one of the women lusting after Max, which is jarring to the narrative and seems out of place. The puzzle of the mystery itself is a good one, but I did correctly guess a part of it, though the means came as a surprise. The central character of Max, a former MI5 operative turned Anglican priest, and a good-looking hottie that the author never misses an opportunity to remind us of, is not totally convincing. Thoughtful, yes; remorseful, yes; perceptive and well-intentioned, true; but I was left wondering over the depth of his 'calling.' Had he become a priest just to escape his past, allay his demons, and live a relatively quiet studious life where his actions would not bring death to an enemy or, inadvertently, a friend? Perhaps Max himself wonders, as I suppose all who serve in that capacity must from time to time. Has he sufficiently tamped down the instincts, honed through training, of an MI5 officer? Handy for solving mysteries, but it does rather get in the way of mundane parish duties and serving his congregation. Is he still, in a more innocent way, living a double life? It makes for an interesting contradiction in the character, which I'm sure Malliet will explore in further additions to the series, as well as the developing relationship with the new age Awena. I hope Malliet will develop the characters more, both the good and the bad. Her suspects, as in her last book, all seem irredeemably bad in a greedy self-serving way, and some are over-the-top caricatures made for a TV detective comedy/drama. They would be much more interesting if they showed a little more humanity or were more than set pieces. None were particularly convincing, even with the occasional head-hopping to reveal their thoughts. The English castle setting in a stark December, the lord murdered in his bed, the gothic hints of ghosts and madness, the Poirot-like expose at the end - all seemed a nod to the cozy genre, but not quite a contemporary spoof. It was as if Malliet could not quite decide if she was serious or not. Though inclined towards sarcasm, this is not quite a send-up, yet it doesn't have the weight or heft of a more serious or literary mystery as, say, a Louise Penny. In the end, I didn't really care.