Review: Vampires, Bones, and Treacle Scones by Kaitlyn Dunnett

This is the seventh book in the Liss MacCrimmon Scottish Mystery series. These books are cozies, with the hook being the main character's Scottish roots / obsession... but actually, by this point in the series there's only a token shot at it with a couple little references. The books are set in Maine, after all, so it's always been a bit of an odd thing.

This novel was perfectly pleasant. I enjoyed reading it; it offered me no discomfort; and it wasn't tragically silly or stupid. But, as I'm sure you can tell from that sentence, it also didn't shine as anything special - just a typical book further into a cozy series, where you enjoy the familiar characters and nothing too horrific happens.

Best part: the main character's hilarious speculations about the mystery. Worst part: the main character's utter lack of imagination about a much more clear situation. This isn't much of a spoiler, but I didn't think it was terribly realistic for someone to be utterly shocked when things moved around a house she thought was locked up... right after she had to take the key away from someone she didn't trust at all. Because someone untrustworthy would *never* get a duplicate cut, right? This wasn't the case, incidentally, but it bothered me that she didn't even consider it... just seemed baffled as to any possibilities at all.