By: Diane Mott Davidson
I loved Davidson's books when she first started out, always looking forward to her feisty chef-protagonist and mouth-watering recipes. But over the years she's become tediously repetitive, re-hashing the plot elements (perhaps ruminating on the clues?) and endlessly reciting her daily espresso consumption. In this volume, she pours herself 2 cups of coffee in one paragraph! And the recipes are all at the end, so there's no more integration of party theme and menu. Maybe she just needs a new editor. Review by Anne. (Fiction) 08/27/09
