I have generally enjoyed the Museum Mystery series starring Nell Pratt, director of the Pennsylvania Antiquarian Society. In this installment, Nell has two unexpected visitors who inform her that the society owns a dilapidated row house in North Philadelphia, even though the Society had supposedly divested itself of all property holdings in the 1910s. When Nell goes to visit the property, located in a rundown and virtually abandoned part of town, she becomes the victim of a drive-by. While Nell escapes unscathed, the shooting results in one death and serious injury to another.
Then the next 200 pages or so is a discussion of Nell's growing belief that the Society should tell the history of the entire city, not just the history of the white wealthy elites. Page after page describes her inner thoughts on how this can be achieved, while still fulfilling the stated purpose of the Society. Then she discusses her ideas with Marty, with James, with all the employees of the Society, with the owner of a major construction company, and so on. There is a worthy message in all of this but the extent of the discussion overwhelms the mystery in what is supposedly a mystery book. Nell does absolutely no sleuthing at all. Or, if she did, it was so buried in social commentary, mealtimes and "subtle" references to after-dinner lovemaking that I missed it.
In the end, the shooter and his accomplice is discovered, Nell is the hero of the Society again, and is all is well with her world. I only have one book to go in the series, which I will definitely read, but am hoping it will be more of a mystery than I found here. Nell is still an intelligent, relatively likable protagonist but I like her best as an amateur sleuth.