The Last Dig is a short romantic tale about a paleontologist, Caroline Priest, running a summer dig in an area just outside the place where she grew up. When a body is discovered on the dig site, she is worried enough that someone died out there. When the man who dumped her as he went off to college turns up as sheriff to investigate and essentially shuts down her dig, she’s pissed off. But anger turns to consternation, fear, and near-despair as she gradually comes to learn someone is setting her up for these killings, and her former boyfriend may believe the evidence, not her.
This book is a romantic mystery with heavy emphasis on the romance. While Brete’s writing style seems to suit the romance, it is far more natural when she’s letting her characters follow their innate personalities. The romantic sections - particularly the steamier ones - seem almost too practiced, too smooth, too - existential almost, if you can call such scenes that. Because of that they flirted with being formulaic and not giving a description of real, personal passion. While other passages had some awkward and clunky moments, they actually seemed more real for it.
There was also an overabundance of unnecessary detail, small actions that actors call “business” meant to convey life around the central scene. However, too much of it appears, which calls attention to it and interrupts the flow of reading.
The book needs a little more editing to solve problems like those mentioned above, and to eliminate things such as the paragraph I found toward the end that was identical to a paragraph earlier in the book.
There is some good characterization here, as well as dialogue. I definitely liked the potential I sensed between the two main characters, and especially that the protagonist Caroline had real brains in her head. I feel though, that this book may be a draft short of where the author wanted. It’s an okay light read with the potential to be better.