88. The Twelve Clues of Christmas, Rhys BowenI'm a fan of a good cozy mystery series, and I've enjoyed this series quite a bit. They aren't particularly profound, but Georgie is good company (smart, nice, doesn't take herself too seriously) and her romance with Darcy has kept my interest over the series.
This newest installment is no exception. Georgie, faced with the horrifying prospect of Christmas at Castle Rannoch with her nearest and not-so-dearest, decides instead to answer an ad for a woman looking for an upper-class hostess for her Christmas party. This party coincidentally happens to be in the same quaint village where her mother is holed up for the holidays with playwright Noel Coward (with Georgie's grandfather serving as butler).
The houseparty is the usual mix of social oddities: an American family, an older countess, a smattering of odd relatives--and Darcy (coincidentally a cousin of the family). The holiday looks to be nearly perfect, until a series of unexplained--and seemingly accidental--deaths, one each day, start occurring. The police are mystified, as is Georgie, but when the deaths continue, someone has to take charge, and so, with her usual aplomb, Georgie does so.
My favorite part of this story was probably the details about an old-fashioned upper-class Christmas, followed by the subplot with Georgie and Darcy. I figured out the killer about 2/3 of the way through (thought it took me longer to figure out the motive).
A light, enjoyable read.
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