This is Kaye George's second in the Imogene Duckworthy (every time I say that name I have to smile) series. The characters all have colorful names like Hortense, and Tinny Bucket, and her husband, Beryl, better known as Rusty... as in Rusty Bucket. Hilarious!
All of the characters seem to live up to their wildly colorful names. And Immi, as friends and family call her, is certainly a character. Barely out of her teens, she's a single mom with a four year old daughter, a job she's hanging onto, living in a backwater Texas town, and has aspirations, or as my grandmother would say, gumption--she wants to become a private investigator.
You would think Immi is fooling herself, wouldn't you? She should be taking secretarial courses, or nursing, or something useful. Ha! Ms. Goerge does a great job of convincing readers that they should root for Immi and her heartfelt desire to solve crimes and become a P.I. I know I sure did.
There's laughter, red-herrings that throw her (and us) off the right track, but Immi prevails in a way that made me want to hug her, which I think would surprise her, as she doesn't seem to think she's anything special.
And that, my friends, is the beauty of a really good author. Someone whose deft writing makes you want to live around the corner so you can catch up on the characters.
I sure hope there will be more of Imogene Duckworthy (who makes me smile) for some time to come.