I have a shelf for books that would be perfect for the beach, books that have quick plots, mystery, usually a murder or two, fun characters, and few, if any, loose ends left by the last page. These books are what I consider pleasure reading, because while they're not exactly books that stay with me and make me keep thinking, they're light and fun. This book definitely qualifies. I'll be the first to admit that I sometimes get bored with the beach books, because they're often also predictable. This one, however, was certainly never boring, and though I'd been convinced I knew exactly who the killer was, I honestly didn't see that coming.
In any case, this probably isn't actually a good beach read, if only because the descriptions of the ocean and marine life are so vivid and thorough that anyone actually on a beach would immediately drop the book and dive into the ocean. The writing really is beautiful, and if most people would be a little nervous about visiting the islands after reading this, I only want to go more.
Definitely recommended.