I downloaded this for free while sitting in the doctor's office. There are books that transcend their story and make the experience of one (say, a elderly christian woman feeling "invisible") applicable to any reader. Ahem. THIS IS NOT THAT BOOK. Forgive my bluntness, but, for instance, having your protagonist say, "I accepted Christ as my Savior when I was ten years old, and the Lord has been my guide, companion, and comforter ever since," while chatting up the detective helping her out doesn't exactly a. keep you in the thrill of the mystery or b. appeal to an audience outside of the expected one. As I currently work in a convent, one cannot say I am not a friend of elderly christian women, and as I am unabashedly a great fan of Dorothy Gilman's Mrs. Pollifax, one cannot say I am not a voracious reader of elderly women solving murders, but I can say rather confidently that this book is probably appealing to a particular group of people but not very appealing to me. Also it's not that good of a story and the ending was dumb. How do these things get such good reviews? argh.