I’ll start this review with the problems I have with the editing: the editor must’ve been asleep while reviewing this. Simple errors (which should’ve still been caught) like: “we’d better stoke up on chocolate.” And more glaring errors: “…Hannah said, getting up to stash her crock full of meatballs in the cooler and making a mental note to take it down to the community center at noon and let it cook until time for the party.” And “Hannah had all she could do to keep from groaning.” (Somebody call the bondulance). Aside from that, there’s a lot of unnecessary word salad that makes it seem like the already anemic story (see below where the story ends just a little over halfway through the book) was bloated to reach a minimum word count. For example: “Before the second hand on her apple-shaped wall clock had made twelve complete revolutions, Hannah was back in the kitchen.” Just say she took a quick shower! Or when every dish is named at the Christmas party, which doesn't even help the reader visualize the setting; how am I supposed to know what Misdemeanor Mushrooms or Herring Appetizer look like?
On to the content: the book is literally almost half cookbook. The story ends on page 200 and the recipes & their index end on page 374. Just because you’re a former short-order cook who bring chocolate chip cookies to your meet and greets doesn’t mean you’re an expert in creating recipes. The recipes aren’t even good (see specifically caviar pie and silly carrots). (By the way, this is the same woman who thought raspberry can pass as a “secret flavor” in a different Hannah Swensen mystery).
Is Hannah stuck in high school? Because that’s how petty she is. She gets jealous that a man she’s not in a committed relationship dares to be friends with his coworker, Shawna, who’s a good-looking woman who makes a mean brownie. As punishment, Hannah bakes him brownies with hot peppers in them. And Shawna’s an unbelievable caricature: she steals a brownie recipe from Joy of Baking and tries to pass it off as her own, supposedly sleeps around with every married man at her job (somehow not taking aim at Mike because heaven forbid he become sloppy seconds for Hannah), and has a sister who’s allegedly a gold digger (which is somehow a flaw in Shawna’s character). Fluke could have a literal mustache twirling villain in this and it would still be less of a stereotypical caricature than Shawna...Oh, and then later on Hannah's wondering if she should stick with dating Mike because he happened to notice another woman in passing while looking for her. He's a detective, how's he supposed to not notice people? Even if he wasn't a detective, how's he supposed to not notice an ex-Vegas stripper who's dressed like a million bucks?
The story is also wonky in other small ways. Lisa is a professional baker but doesn’t know what a Jell-O cake is? Andrea supposedly has to stay home with her feet up because she’s overdue, when only a high-risk pregnancy would necessitate minimizing movement. And apparently it’s something of a surprise that she’s overdue. You’d think when a woman passes her projected due date her doctor would tell her (if she didn’t already realize it herself), “Hey, you’re overdue,” but it takes Andrea’s doctor two weeks to tell her she’s overdue (and he had to test to see if she was overdue). Her doctor is concerned by her being overdue, but still told her to stay at home with her feet up instead of telling her to try walking around or something to help encourage labor. And the doctor goes on to suggest she wait another whole week until he induces labor. I shouldn’t be pulled out of a story by the inaccuracies surrounding the pregnant side character, yet here we are.
I also don't like that the murder happens almost halfway through the story (page 92) and is solved less than 100 pages later (page 183). That means less than 1/4 of the book is actually a murder mystery (frankly, I'm not surprised: Christmas Cupcake Murder didn't even have a murder in it! I mean, neither did this one; it's technically just manslaughter). Why not cut out the whole part where Hannah, who's not in a relationship and doesn't have kids, gets judgy about pregnant couples who decide to say, "We're pregnant" and instead devote that whole part to the murder mystery?
After the murder happens, Mike tells Hannah to inform only the people who need to know. Which somehow includes both her sisters, neither of whom have police training (oh and they both magically guess a murder has occurred, even though there's plenty more logical guesses to make first when someone tells you something's happened at a Christmas party).
Michelle (Hannah's younger sister) is surprised Hannah wants her to tell Mike what the murder victim told Michelle, because Hannah usually "liked to keep the results of [her] questioning to [her]self." How has Hannah never been arrested for obstruction of justice? And furthermore (I know this is a common trope in mysteries, but this one's taking the fall because it's the one I'm reviewing right now), I'm pretty sure the police, who have to be trained to solve crimes, would be pretty mad when a random civilian with no training inserts themselves into an investigation.
Hannah, who's supposed to be an expert on crime, can't wrap her head around why women go to the bathroom in pairs in public. Again, this rant just serves as filler without adding anything to the overall story.
Also, the people at the party act holier-than-thou about the murder victim marrying a divorced man as if divorce isn't a common thing and as if she caused the divorce, placing no blame on the guy who divorced his wife and then married a young, hot, Vegas stripper five hours after meeting her. Oh, and then the woman who committed the manslaughter (and, I might add, instigated the physical altercation that led to Brandi's death) isn't even charged because she's an old lady everyone likes and the victim's a gold-digger who apparently deserves death for being a gold-digger and stealing a knife (everyone acts like it was self-defense/an "accident" but that doesn't mean the old biddy shouldn't get charged).
Oh, and Hannah's 5-year-old niece has got to be the most precocious 5-year-old in the history of precocious 5-year-olds. Why do people think precocious kids are cute? They're just obnoxious. Anyway, this kid writes a letter to Santa about how she thinks Hannah "found another body" (and even though she writes a letter to Santa with perfect grammar, spelling, and an adult vocabulary/train of thought, she somehow needed help with spelling "body"!)...what kind of idiot tells their 5-year-old about murder?
In conclusion: I will likely never read another Joanne Fluke mystery. At risk of being too harsh, I think her pseudonym last name is an apt descriptor of how she got published in the first place. These books frankly seem like a foodie-oriented ripoff of Laura Childs' teatime mysteries (which I recommend, and which is saying a lot, since I'm more of a foodie than a tea person, and yet I'd rather read a teatime mystery than another one of these).