You would think a mystery set in a quilt shop would be perfect, wouldn't you. Quilt shops are filled with color, texture, and really sharp objects. The only thing that worked in this book was the murder weapon, a really sharp pair of scissors.
When Nell is engaged her grandmother asks her what color...for her wedding quilt. Beige says Nell which perfectly sets the tone for the colorless heroine of this lackluster mystery. Even though you can make a beautiful beige quilt, you cannot make a good mystery with a confused, selfish, immature, inconsiderate, idiotic main character who goes to a small upstate NY town to help her injured acid tongued grandmother (who is not interesting and not witty, just mean) run her quilt shop.
All the elements are there: a handsome policeman, a jilted/jiltor fiance, a Friday night quilting circle filled with characters, a brooding con-man victim. The result however is a mish mash of poorly placed clues, stupid emotional confusion, and a complete lack of wit from anyone. Even the exposure of the murderer, which could have been tearful and unjust, was talky and omigod-please-just-confess-and-get-it-over-with pathetic. The final jilting from her fiance was obvious, boring, and contrived.
The dog, characterized as old, deaf, and stupid, could have sniffed all of this out in a couple of pages if they had all been paying attention.
Guess I really didn't like it. I skimmed the last several chapters and returned it to the library. Thank heavens I didn't waste my money on this one.
It's funny. I felt like the writing could have been really nice and the author seems to have a nice narrative voice. However, she didn't create characters who were colorful, textured, or nuanced. I wanted to like her writing and her setting. Maybe next time.