Prohibition era; Lola's husband dies of a heart attack and she discovers he wasn't as rich as she'd thought. She and her cook Berta are without house and home, and while hiding out in her husband's heretofore unknown love nest in the city, agree to retrieve a film reel for one of her late husband's mistresses. Thus begins what is supposed to be a madcap and hilarious adventure into mystery and mayhem.
Eh. Either I was off my game or the book was. Nothing struck me as madcap so much as it did silly (and there's a subtle difference, in my opinion). Lola failed to elicit much sympathy from me, her mother was annoying in all the wrong ways, her brother in law unrealistically meddlesome (he kept trying to gaslight Lola) and Berta was sorta weird. The romantic tension that was supposed to exist between Ralph and Lola was absent. The mystery plot was all over the place; incredibly complicated, and hinged on unknown information until the very end.
Now that I've beaten the poor book to death, for all that it wasn't a bad read. It kept me entertained enough to keep reading, it just didn't hook me, or bond me to the characters in any way that will result in my desire to read any additional books in the series. Which is a shame, because I do love the Prohibition-era setting.
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