I enjoyed the first three books of this series, but I’m getting a little tired of the rather immature Lacey. For Heaven’s sake, the woman is 40 years old! She comes off as a 20-something who has very little life experience but somehow through sheer luck manages to have everything come out great. Somehow in what’s apparently just a few months she’s dumped her chauvinist pig husband, completely uprooted her life, and gone to another country where in just a few days finds the perfect business, perfect place to live, perfect neighbor (best character in the books), perfect boyfriend (brain dead though he is), and is all set except that every time there’s a murder, the fat stupid detective inspector caricature decides she’s suspect number 1. The first book maybe, but every one so far? Lacey’s at the crime scene, she must be the murderer.
Fast forward to current book - obnoxious mom and REALLY obnoxious entitled sister, with cute nephew in tow decide to “drop in” on their way to Scotland. Really? Just waltz in with no notice? On someone who has just moved in to another country and may barely be hanging on by fingernails as far as housing, job, life are concerned? And then twit boyfriend invites them on what was supposed to be a romantic weekend for two? Where the B&B host just adds three beds to the one room accommodation? Thankfully that got sort of glossed over in the story.
This whole thing reminds me of a 1950’s slapstick sitcom. I was never a fan of those.
Lacey’s light-speed acquisition of expertise in the antiques field is another thorn, explained only if she’s somehow channeling her long-lost father. I’m only continuing with the books to find out what happened to him but anticipate being disappointed. Reality would be that he had enough of PITA Mom, but what I suspect will be They All Lived Happily Everafter. Nothing wrong with that just the cavities from all the saccharine in the meantime.