Any series that has gone nineteen books (and some-odd novellas -- too lazy to look up the exact number while I compose my review) is going to have a few one- or two-star duds. I guess it's clear which direction this review is going to take, huh?
What I liked about Easter Bunny Murder:
A couple of interesting twists - While I did correctly guess whodunnit fairly early on (I mean when the clues are SO OBVIOUS), the twists blindsided the heck out of me as they were revealed.
The ending - I will be honest, this was the saving grace of the book for me. It was a little bit different from the typical resolution. I can appreciate that after reading boatloads of cozy mysteries.
What I didn't care for:
Dangling threads - No mention or resolution to the sentencing in the trial? Or did I somehow miss it? Also, I could ferret out the purpose for including Lucy's trip to Florida and its connection to the overall story, but what about the fisherman who got injured? While I see the tenuous connection to the case, I cannot for the life of find a reason it was necessary for the progress of the story.
The big random squinty side eye moment - Did Lucy seriously stop to pack a swimsuit as she raced out of town to get to a sick child?? I find that hard to believe.
Things got too political - This is one of my biggest pet peeves in books, tv shows, basically anything I pick up for the purposes of entertainment. Especially when only one point of view is represented. Yes, the authors get to have their own points of view, certainly, but I'd just rather not be force fed those points of view, even if I agree sometimes.
For the love of Pete, please use competent editors! - There are no fumbles in baseball! You can muff or bobble, misplay, drop, even fumble around, but there is no actual fumble. That is football. Also, a relapse of appendicitis? After an appendectomy? I can only suspend disbelief so far, even in works of fiction.
The premise of the book felt promising. As much as I don't like when things get politically charged, I don't mind using a social issue as a focal point, and in this case, elder abuse was worked into the plot well enough. Which brings us to the subject of wills for Lucy and Bill. You can reasonably ask the question, after so many brushes with death, how on earth Bill could possibly be resistant to having them drawn up, good grief, dude?! And on that note, I'll be back with more on the Stones after I get to book twenty.