I’m not much of a mystery reader, and that’s what Death of a Writer is at its core, so that could account for my mediocre feelings towards the work. I picked it up for the title, kept reading it for the setting and the characters, then finished it, well, because it’s a mystery and I had to know whodunit. In my opinion, it’s a little uneven, with abrupt turns to dark scenes; necessary for a mystery, yes, but very abrupt and seemingly out of place. If it’s your cup of tea, drink it. I would have needed two lumps. Of sugar.

I’ve started these reviews over at Shelfari. It’s a nifty booklovers site, with cool shelves. I’ll probably post the reviews there and here. I mean, why not? Everyone needs to know what I think about their work…right?

Also, it seems like most of the people in the book could have benefited from Death insurance. It’s the opposite of life insurance, so it only pays as long as you keep living. Then they take it all back when you bite the big one.