Ngggh. Usually, the character interactions carry these mediocre mysteries for me, but this time, everyone seemed shrill. They were caricatures, not solid characters, and I found myself wishing someone would tell Haley to shut up. Yes, yes, Drayton is such a fusty old killjoy, blah, blah, blah, aren't I so spunky and cute? No, not really. You're irksome and obnoxious. Drayton can be neurotic and fussy, but there's nothing wrong with prudence, and you could certainly use a few lessons in it.
Don't get me started on Theodosia. Everyone's lives revolve around her. She's smart, plucky, and effortlessly beautiful, and her every business decision is an unqualified success. Her dog is the best service dog EVER and gets a standing ovation from wealthy patrons and Hollywood hotshots. Famous directors want to bone her, and when she walks the red carpet at the local film festival, she's such a stunner that paparazzi take her picture. She's clearly an avatar for Childs' fantasies, and in this book, it bordered on the crass.
The mystery was no great shakes and took a cramped backseat to the lavish tea parties and Hollywood glamor show. When Childs bothers with it at all, it's amateurish and ham-fisted and reads like bad dinner theater. Two of the most egregious offenders were the theater seance scene wherein Our Friends are assailed by a ghost, and the food tent scene in which a body is discovered under the ice on the VIP seafood buffet. The latter scene was ludicrous in its pitifully-contrived horror, and what's more, it never goes anywhere. It's never explained how the killer managed to conceal the body thus, nor is it confirmed who the killer was, though the inference can easily be made. The scene was pure window-dressing and added nothing to the story.
The writing was sloppy and riddled with mistakes. A brief list:
-It's "Hear, hear," as in, "Hear these wise words," not "Here, here." An experienced writer should know this.
-At one point, Theodosia says that the tea shop will be filled with two hundred people for a tea. A few pages later at the tea, she says there are only one hundred guests. She's lost half her attendees in a few pages.
-When first we meet her. Abby Davis is Jory's cousin. In this book, Abbie Davis is now his sister.
On a petty note, if I never see "tasty" used as an adjective to connote lavish, high-end objects or decor, it will be too soon. Maybe it's a Charleston colloquialism, but it brings to mind blue-rinsed biddies, and it sounds ridiculous in the mouth of a young businesswoman.
Good for a brainless read if you want to play voyeur to the writer's doe-eyed fantasies of the high life in tony Charleston, but a total bust as a mystery.