I wanted so badly to like this book because it's set in Australia, giving a very unusual setting for your average cozy mystery. But it was so...weird. The characters weren't too complex, but I didn't mind them. Many of them were likable, or unlikable, as the case may be. There was a little too much backstory in the beginning, but once the murder happened, I was really invested in the mystery. However, two things destroyed this book for me. First, the supernatural elements. Every time the characters were presented with a problem, instead of using their intellect to work their way out of it, a ghost turned up to set everything right. This reliance really lessened my enjoyment of the mystery. Second, in any good mystery you should have that "Ah-ha" moment at the end when the killer is revealed, that sense that the clues were there all along and you just missed the importance of them due to red herrings. In this one, the story just said, "Oh, you thought all these other suspects might be the killer. Well, here, let's introduce another random character at the end as the murderer, with no connection to the mystery but a footprint in mud, which could have belonged to anyone." It is a poor mystery indeed where there is no possible way for you to figure out the truth for yourself until the story tells you. Because of those two aspects, my enjoyment of this book was greatly diminished, which is sad because it could have been great mystery otherwise.