Whiskey
Kills is a cozy mystery, the second in the Top Shelf Mystery
series. With the absence of sex and
violence that marks a cozy, the story features humor in their place. Erica (Ricki) Fontaine’s sarcastic wit on
everything from mothers to men will keep you chuckling to the last page. As a bonus, those quips are woven into a substantial
whodunit.
The mystery contained in the pages of Whiskey Kills is solid. The
author introduces us to enough well-developed characters with possible motives
to keep almost anyone guessing. In fact,
it seems like the author could have written most of the book, then flipped a
coin to decide who gets nailed in the big reveal – the field was that well
populated. And the suspense is
maintained skillfully, as Ms. Powell continues to peel back layers of the
mystery onion, revealing new connections and unanticipated motivations to the
last page.
But as good as the mystery is, the crux is the humor. And since Ricki’s investigation often puts
her at odds with her police detective boyfriend, Gabriel (Gabe) Russel, a lot
of that sarcasm is directed at the opposite sex, e.g., “I've noticed that men have
trouble concentrating on more than one thing at a time, and he was already
doing two. Asking him to also
think was probably expecting too much.” (Potential
male readers be forewarned!) But no one
escapes her caustic view, including herself, making Ricki a very likeable
character.
In the true spirit of back-seat writing (e.g., being a book
reviewer), I’ll pick one nit. For me,
Ricki pushed the ‘ignore common sense’ theme somewhat too far. In this regard, the book was a bit like a YA,
with a protagonist ignoring authority, parents, and sometimes, even friends. Would it really be out of character if Ricki didn’t
do everything that people told her to avoid?
She can be frustrating…but maybe that was the author’s intent. The heroine you love to fret about?
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