I enjoy reading holiday books in season, and I enjoyed hearing about all the food prep for Thanksgiving in this book - until the meal was ruined, of course. There weren't many thoughts of gratitude, either, but there were a few.
I had to disagree with the sisters. I like sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top. In fact, we have some at our home now.
I missed my favorite character from this series, though - Sean - the more reasonable character. He spent most of the book on vacation out of town.
I thought, I really thought, I'd guessed whodunit, but I didn't.
Like the in other books that I've read in this series, the characters didn't really care about each other very much, or people in general. There's continuous arguing, belittling, sniping. So much so, that one character had to explain "I agree," whenever actually agreeing rather than arguing, because others automatically assumed they'd disagree, and at other times, other characters had to explain that they "don't disagree," because more naturally, in this book, everyone disagreed with everyone else. I understand that in a mystery, it's more confusing, more of a challenge to solve, if the victim was a character whom nobody liked, so everyone had a motive. But still, all the negativity and sniping got to me. Not just the victim with all the other characters, but all the other characters with each other, too.
The turkey exploded and blew off half of the victim's head. And yet, people still ate portions of the Thanksgiving dinner. I got that they were snowed in and stuck with the dead body in that creepy old home for days, and that food became a necessity, but still... I couldn't imagine that they were eating just food, but possibly (probably?) also splatter from the body. That goes beyond disgusting, even if they did have a second turkey. I couldn't get over that.
I had to cringe a the lack of an attempt to preserve a crime scene for investigation, too.
Favorite quotes:
"Libby had come to realize that in a funny way cooking and baking were all about problem solving. You had the ideal, which was the recipe, and then you had reality... The trick was to bring about some sort of amalgamation between the two and get a good result."
"Pie is always a good thing."
"Yes, it is. Especially for breakfast."
"I wonder if Alma ever made pies."
"I doubt it."
"If she had, it might have been a happier household."
"Much as I like pie, I think that might be crediting it with too much power."