For the Murder, She Wrote book series, this one wasn't too bad, although it did seem to take a long time to wrap up.
Jessica wants to research winemaking in Napa Valley for a future novel, and she agrees to meet up with her Scotland Yard friend George Southerland for a vacation. The recent murder of a waiter has made waves in the region, and former movie producer, now wine producer Bill Ladington, is rumored to have had the waiter killed. Ladington approaches Jessica to write his biography, and even though Jessica is less than thrilled at such a prospect, when Ladington turns up dead of an apparent suicide, Jessica and George investigate.
A little less of the "You're a famous mystery writer! I love your books!" would be nice.
Despite the insistence of describing Jessica's meals, the author has little imagination when it comes to food.
On a related note, several characters had "Ugh! It's so strange... and dangerous. I never eat that sort of thing" reactions to sushi, which I (a non-sushi eater) found a bit silly. What made it even more funny was that an ex-cop went on into a monologue about marijuana and claimed that "everyone smokes weed now and then," but Jessica barely reacted to this strange assertion. So everybody tokes, but nobody experiments with food? Ooooooo-kay, then.
One of the characters also made a comment that the term "dating" is so old-fashioned, and then went on to use "heavy" in the 1960's slang sense of the word, and also referred to "uppers." Hehe.
The goody-two-shoes-ness of Jessica wasn't so bad in this one (she even deigned to drink alcohol!), but her insistence that nothing romantic was going on between her and George was a waste of space. It strikes me as silly that she would have to pretend to be so pure when obviously she and George are in love with each other. A little bit of the insistence would have been cute, but it crossed the line and became annoying.
Not too bad, but long. The unintentional humor was good, though.