Violet March, an eighty-two year old resident of Casa de los Suenos, finally has the opportunity to put years of mystery reading to practical use. One by one her comrades, the Bingos, are dying. Is this natural attrition, or is there a plot afoot?
Like most detectives, Violet March does not work alone. Her immediate circle of assistants include a cosmetologist, a mortician, and an accountant. But others are inevitably drawn into the solution of the crime and the celebration of the mystery.
Plot of the book was a good idea, several good chuckles, several well written passages, however characters not well developed. Primarily a simplistic book in thought and word. Just my opinion...