Um....wow. Where do I begin with this?
First of all, allow me to report that I was really excited to come across another whodunit novel. And I thought that the side-story of the detective who is really into whodunit novels was really cute.
And that's where the merits of the book end. This story simply made me uncomfortable. You follow around Cy and Lou, the two main (fat) characters as they go to their mentor's house who informs them that he has received a threat, they go eat, they find out that their mentor was indeed murdered, they go eat, they look for the killer, they go eat, they think in passing of the murder, they go eat and did I mention that they go eat?
Let's pick it apart: the whodunit itself is not that big of a deal. You end up guessing who the killer is less than half way through the book. Cy's partner, Lou, receives every day a message from God (no joke) that in the end has simply no real impact since the two detectives remain completely clueless until they stop stuffing their mouths and actually do some work.
The way they deal with the death of their mentor makes you want to crawl into the fetal position in the shower and attempt to scrub the shame away. This book will have you believe that when their hero called them for help their definition was to simply nod their heads, go eat, forget about the threat and wonder why on earth their mentor ended up dead. Once he is dead instead of them doing any actual police work they spend their days feeding each other chocolate (again, no joke), talking about the merits of Wii, stuffing their mouths and reading novels. Yes folks: these two cops who are assigned to solve the murder of the only father figure in their lives spend their days eating and reading novels instead of....you know....DOING THEIR JOBS! Of course there's always the daily message from the Almighty which gives them the sense that everything will be A-OK.
The book reads as if Mr. Demaree was going in and out of lucidity from chapter to chapter. The musings about the awful neighbor could have been avoided since they added nothing to the story and at times added to the uncomfortable feeling you get while realizing that you are actually reading about a detective who is a complete weirdo.
The highlight of this book were its references to other, better, whodunit novels. The fact that it's book no. 3 in a series blows me away. Perhaps I will write and publish my grocery list later.