Peta Gore is the bane of her partner’s otherwise successful life. Trying to work with Peta on a matchmaking business that Peta uses mostly for her own purposes, Maria Worth has come to hate her old friend, a noisy, vulgar glutton. There is no other way to describe Peta: She does not just “have a good appetite, ” she sucks and chomps and chews with relish. Not only are her table manners horrifying, she has a habit of showing up at Maria’s carefully planned singles’ gatherings and spoiling everything by flirting with all the men. But this time Maria is determined to keep her latest singles’ event a secret from Peta. The gathering is to be at Tommel Castle Hotel in the remote Scottish village of Lochdubh, the perfect setting for a particularly difficult group. Nothing can go wrong. Except that somehow Peta finds out about the gathering and shows up, thoroughly disgusting everyone. Guests and staff band together in mutual loathing. But does someone hate her enough to kill her? When she is found dead, an apple stuck unceremoniously in her mouth, P.C. Hamish Macbeth is on the scene. With a castle full of odd suspects, the lazy, long-limbed constable has to put his wooing of the hotel proprietress, Priscilla, on hold to solve the case. Charming and canny as ever, Hamish and his adventures once again provide “an experience delicious, stimulating, and cozy.”
Ah, Hamish solves another murder much to the chagrin of Blair. Who can blame the murderer of Peta Gore? She was most disgusting, having me gagging at some of the things she ate. Still want to gag, as a matter of fact.
Food things are my downfall, I will admit. Watching or reading about someone shoving food into their mouths like there is no tomorrow makes bile rise in my throat. Can’t even get through 30 seconds of a hot dog eating contest.
Hamish steps up quite prepared for the task ahead and the insipid little Jenny who doesn’t know her own mind so sees each man as a possible mate. There seems to be one like her in most of the stories so far and I am getting a bit sick of them.
I’m not even going to lie – book nine is already called up on my Nook. These tales keep me entertained and I even found myself starting to like Priscilla a little bit. Did I guess who the killer was? Yes, in pretty short order, but I still enjoyed the plot and the demise of the glutton. This book is also called “Death of a Greedy Woman” – not sure which title came first or why the change. I give it another A.