This book was pretty disappointing, although I admit I probably went into it expecting too much. This was a selection from my Church’s summer book discussion group, so I assumed that someone had selected it from prior reading. In reality, someone found it via amazon.com, and thought it would be worth a read, even though she knew nothing of the author’s work.
This book is a silly mystery novel, and not a very good one at that. Two priests come to a town in medieval England, accompanied by a friend who is a master mason. (The author never lets us forget that- for the first few chapters, every time that character is mentioned, he mentions that he is a master mason). The town is cursed, and they try to lift the curse. In the end, the curse is pretty simple to lift, and the treasure is hidden exactly where any reader with a half a brain knew it was as of page 80.
The book is part of a series of books based on the idea that the pilgrims from Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales tell mystery stories at night. This gimmick was completely unnecessary in this book. In fact, the pilgrim that tells this tale is not one of Chaucer’s pilgrims- the author makes him up- so there is absolutely no reason, independent of book sales, to place it in this series of books. The pilgrims that are actually drawn from Chaucer get painted with a very broad brush, and it seems that their actions are based on what the author read about them in the Cliff’s Notes summery of the prolog of Canterbury Tales (the Miller farts a lot- that’s the only distinguishing thing about him). If you are a fan of Chaucer and you are thinking that these might be fun based on your love of Chaucer, think again.