This is the first Max Tudor mystery I have read, and while I will probably go back and read one more just to see if I am any more intrigued, so far, the most I can do is sort of shrug and say,"bleh." The whole idea of an Anglican priest with a past as a spy is, well, far-fetched, but at the same time fun, and his love affair with a neo-pagan, is the same way: totally far fetched but sort of attention getting. The setting in a medieval-leaning abbey? Okay. But good grief the dragged out nature of all this. While I finally got involved in what was happening, I kept wondering why in the world it was taking so long. Way too much background on individual characters, which ultimately, is not necessary for the plot or to understand most of these people. Too many come across as just "stock" characters with little to no depth: the rebellious teenager who does little but dye her hair, roll her eyes and lie to her parents, the fading vixen trying to hold onto a younger man, the playboy, the horrible aristocrat...As for Max Tudor--nothing here speaks to the MI5 past nor does anything in his personality. Just, suddenly, out of nowhere, he solves this wildly convoluted mystery with leaps of deduction that would leave Sherlock scratching his head in wonder. A lot of plot detail repetition, which I also found unnecessary. As for the resolution--it takes pages and talk about tying together wildly unclear threads. And just when you think it's been solved--no! There's another page explaining who REALLY "did it." Frankly, I found it rather ridiculous. I'm backing up to read one of the earlier entries simply to see if it makes me appreciate this anymore. If not, a harmless diversion but not one I will take again.