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I was voluntarily provided this free review copy audiobook by the author, narrator, or publisher. This book was good, but somewhat predictable as far as who the killer was. I figured it out about halfway through. Sometimes I also felt that the plot could have been a little more complex. The narrator did a good job on the different character's and was easy to listen too.
The first few chapters are just horrible. Many of the sentences are repeated. I found this so annoying I almost stopped listening. But I did listen to the end. Ruby Rivers does a okay job with the narration. I found the story not very interesting and maybe all this is because of my annoyance at the beginning. But this book was just not worth my time. I received this book with the understanding that I would leave an honest review.
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Think of this book as a do it yourself poor person's Agatha Christie, and if you enjoy reading about a group of ladies thinking that they are a second hand Miss Marple, then this might just be the book for you. sadly, it wasn't my cup of tea (or even scoop of ice cream) for several reasons.But the rights holder had generously gifted me a copy of A Bitter Pill to Swallow so it seemed only fair to listen to the (bitter - sorry, couldn't resist it) end.Firstly, the editting, or rather, the lack of it. In the first chapter alone there were numerous incidents of the narrator stopping mid sentence only for her to repeat that phrase again. Editting glitches happen occasionally and, whilst irritating, are not usually worthy of mention. But this time it was far too frequent not to notice, although, to be fair, later chapters are vastly improved. Then there is the story: a receptionist at a small town medical clinic arrives one morning to find one of the doctors dead, shot in his surgery with no signs of a struggle or evidence of a break in. A clear case of homicide and the police are called in. So far, so good. The detective in charge, however, goes straight to a local ice cream parlour, the Creamery, and essentially recruits the female staff members there to do his job for him, passing on to them the minimal information known about the case at the time and even inviting those not at work at the shop to attend, and participate in, formal police interviews. I don't know how it works in America, but any of our boys in blue in the U.K. who did that would quickly find themselves without a badge and a job. Meanwhile,.the formidable ice cream sleuths dig up information that would have been apparent to the laziest of investigators, including the recent unsolved murders of two other eminent physicians, and that of a nurse, all of whom had been both friends and work colleagues of the doctor just killed. With almost psychic revelation, the female sleuths consider the possibility that the deaths might be connected, to the amazed delight of Inspector Plod.
And so it continues, a simplistic story despite the constant cries from the women about how complex and difficult a case this had turned out to be, and one which certainly doesn't merit the almost three and a half hours of play time. Much of it is taken up be the repetitious conversations of the Creamery crowd as they discuss their ideas and findings. The narrator does a good job at differentiating between the women but the nasal voice of at least one is very hard to enjoy. Despite Ruby River's lovely tonal voice, her text reading, too, is made to sound depressing by the down turn at the end of most sentences.
This is a light-hearted - no, a silly - story of how to make complex a simple murder mystery. To be honest, I even enjoyed it in a perverse way after I had swallowed my initial indignation. But it is not a book I could recommend to anyone: it gives both the investigation agencies and the intelligence of women a bad name.