Really 3½ stars. I really enjoyed this book, couldn't put it down, read until 3:45 a.m. Callie Anson is a curate in an English church, and her boyfriend is a policeman. The first police case is a man who is killed while jogging, leaving a wife who is about to deliver their first child. The second case is a missing 12 yr. old, who, as it turns out, is the granddaughter of a new parishioner whom Callie has befriended. The characters are good and strong. The plot is reasonable except for all the posturing among grown people who like/love each other: "Should I take a non-Italian girl home to meet my family?" "He didn't call. Does that mean that he doesn't want to see me anymore?" "Why won't she return my e-mail?" That sort of thing. Maybe it's just for filler. Anyway, these two plot stories were enough to bring forth a decent novel, one that is certainly worthy of a long afternoon's read. I don't recommend staying up all night reading, the way I did. My presence was required earlier than usual the next morning, and I was left dragging.
One thing that I find off-putting, though, is the curate's and the rector's wife's relationship to the church. I have been a clergy wife for 35 yrs., and I've never known clergy and family who acted quite like this. The author has been "involved" in the church, but isn't clergy herself, and I think she has a rather exaulted, rose-tinted view of the clergy.