I came into this book with real excitement. I love stories set in the inter-war period, especially mysteries, so this sounded on paper like something just up my street.
I was left sorely disappointed.
While the actual mystery itself is engaging, a desire to know who was committing the crimes and why was really all that kept me going.
The writing felt clunky and clumsy. Phrasing were repeated, and I felt the characterisation of the main protagonists was pretty two dimensional. At no point did I really feel I connected with either of them, in any way, which was a disappointment.
I know some people have taken issue with the actions of the main characters perhaps not being entirely inkeeping with the era, but that bothers me less. I mean - people who were unstereotypical existed and why not have a focus on them? In fact, that made it slightly more bearable.
Frankly the 'big reveal' at the end made NO sense to me. I almost felt like the author herself did not know who the culprit was, and went rogue at the end just to cause surprise. While motive was sensible, the lead up was entirely lacking and nonsensical.
Over all this was a frustrating read. The basic outline of the story, and its result, should be so good. There was so much more the author could have done with this and the characters to flesh everything out. As it happened, even the descriptions of the village were so lacklustre I could barely imagine anything in my head as I was reading!
Perhaps best saved as an easy read while one is travelling, or something light to dig into while stuck in bed poorly with no energy to engage ones own 'little grey cells' as Hercule Poirot is fond of saying! Not one for serious crime aficionados.