I love turkey and this book made me crave some. To bad I ate my turkey and mashed potato frozen dinner yesterday when I was reading it, now I have none. Oh well. It's 5:30 am I shouldn't be eating turkey, and I should probably be asleep, but I wanted finish this because I was almost done and was awake. Now I'm sleepy and a Fergie song just started to play on my itunes and will get stuck in my head for the rest of the day. Dang it. I might have to go read something else to get my mind elsewhere.
Back to the book. It's Thanksgiving time in Tinker's Cove, but it wouldn't be a holiday without a murder. It's a small town, if she keeps killing people off, there isn't going to be anyone left. Typical Lucy Stone mystery, filled with her sticking her nose where it doesn't belong while taking care of 4 kids and a husband who had a beard in this one and needs to shave. There were a lot of Indians involved which makes sense since its Thanksgiving. They wanted people to respect them and their culture, and there was a plan to make a casino. Why do Indians always want to make casinos? Casinos are tacky in every place but Vegas. A casino in Maine? That just doesn't seem right.
In other words: Not my favorite, but decent.