First things first, I want to acknowledge having received an autographed copy of Obitchuary as a Firstreads giveaway. The book arrived accompanied by a nice handwritten note from its author, Stephanie Hayes, who--like her protagonist--is a Tampa-based reporter. (This was such a classy alternative to the impersonal preprinted slips inserted into review copies by the big publishing houses. Thanks so much if you're reading this, Stephanie!)
Obitchuary is pure unadulterated chick-lit. Not really a mystery, although there is a bit of a puzzler to be resolved, in my estimation the best parts of Stephanie Hayes' writing are the comical conversations in which the dialog is fast, genuine, and often quite funny. The scenes and interactions in which said dialog is exchanged are immediately familiar, including those between the "good" daughter and her never perfect sister, bridesmaids and their Bridezilla, a young woman and the disinterested, gay, or simply oblivious recipient of her unrequited attentions, etc. This is not to say that protagonist Penny Perkins cannot be just a bit over the top from time to time, esp. in matters of housekeeping, nutrition, and home decor, as just a few examples. For the most part, however, she is a decent person. Her parents and sister love her and, while intrusive, each is supportive of Penny to the best of his/her abilities.
When we first make her acquaintance, Penny is bemoaning her lack of standing and prime assignments at the Tampa, Florida, newspaper where she is employed. In short order, we learn that Penny aspires to do more than cover the garden club and listen to her sketchy neighbors--who, incidentally, have the same last name but are not married--having loud sex each morning at 5:00 a.m. through their common wall. In the short term, however, Penny is keen (if not perhaps somewhat desperate) to find a date for her smug cousin Ashley's upcoming wedding. While she'd just as soon go stag, Penny fears the grief she will receive from her elderly female relations if she arrives sans beau. As a consequence, she is set up on a blind date with Gregor Johnson, heir to the Spring Mattress Center empire--the same man who ends up dead shortly after meeting the mid-swing business end of a bottle of "juice wine" (i.e., something hideous known as Misty Mangoberry Merlot).
Don't get me wrong, this isn't Austen, Baudelaire, Chekhov, or Joyce. Nor does it pretend to be. It is, however, a fun bit of escapism in which readers gain entree into the newspaper business, the hijinx of a mostly functional family, and get to read some snappy if occasionally juvenile verbal sparring. And trust me, you will never look at a stranger's obituary the same way after reading this novel.
While initially inclined to go with a 3 1/2 star rating, I rounded up to 4 stars on the basis of the monthly family dinners at which the Perkins clan plays "Would You Rather." Pure genius!