The self-therapy book camouflaged as a cozy mystery continues, along with a heap of self doubt. Sigh.
It’s still okay to read, the case was more interesting and original than the last one and the bunch of regulars are nice to follow.
Still, the menopause jokes grow staler the more they are used (and over the top, especially for the ‚young‘ age she still is), the romance isn’t very sizzling (they barely were together in this one, she had more interaction with the brother) and come on, she doesn’t figure out what’s behind the colors she’s suddenly seeing around people occasionally until right to the end? Please.
I‘ll finish the series, because it has its moments after all, but it‘s definitely not my favorite.