This series is driving me crazy; I love the author's writing, the characters, the settings, the mysteries. But I hate one of the major plot points.
Verity Kent's husband died during WWI - except, he didn't. He was wounded but allowed himself to be listed as killed in action, hiding while he hunted out the traitor in his unit. Well over a year later, after Verity has started moving on, and falling for another man - a man designed by the author to make readers fall for him - her dead husband decided to let her know he's in rude health for a corpse and not understanding why she's not happier to see him.
I'm not sure how to reconcile this, really. I want to read them, but they piss me off at the same time.
With that disclosure, it's a good book, although a bit rambling. I notice tis with a lot of Kensington books, so I think it's more an editorial style than a failing on the author's part. A tighter editing would have resulted in a faster paced mystery and less exposition about the devastation of WWI. Don't get me wrong: the exposition was interesting, but it was a tad repetitive. My biggest complaint, and again, something that could have been avoided by a stricter editor, was Verity's constant, constant, mention of Her Big Secret and how she should tell her husband; it's revelation is inevitable; they can't move on unless she does; really, it would be best to come clean... but not now. Never now. Then, finally, the revelation. And all I could think was omg, who cares?. I realise people were a lot touchier about things in 1918, but give me a break; without spoiling things, her husband didn't have a leg to stand on and she really ought to have just told him to suck it up and deal with it.
I don't know if I'll read the third one when it comes out or not. If I do, I'm pretty sure I'm stuck with that plot point and, well, I just don't know that I care enough about Verity as things stand.