This series has been a favourite ever since a friend recommended it several years ago. As I am determined to read for pleasure right now, you will not get a review. But as I began reading it between Christmas and New Year, I enjoyed this passage:
“After dinner Friday night, I went with Henry to a Christmas-tree lot on Milagro to help him choose a tree – a decision he takes very seriously. … In the six-foot height he preferred, he had several choices: a balsam fir, a Fraser fir, a blue spruce, a Nordman, the Norway, or the noble spruce. He and the man who owned the lot got into a long discussion about the merits of each. The blue spruce, the noble, and the Norway had poor needle retention, and the Nordmans had spindly tips. He finally settled on a dark green balsam fir with a classic shape, soft needles, and the fragrance of a pine forest…”
Did you get that, folks? That is the way to buy a Christmas tree 🙂
Sadly, Kinsey gets involved in more serious matter so I never found out if Henry was also brave enough to use real candles.
I really enjoyed the book, and I found myself wanting desperately that the horrid protagonist would be caught! That is good fiction, isn´t it?