Back Cover copy:
Welcome to Boring, Indiana, home to patio cookouts, homeowner dues, carpeted lawns, and neighbors so welcoming they’re dying to meet you — literally.
City slicker turned suburbanite housewife Laura Berry isn’t taking well to life in her new neighborhood. She moved to follow her husband’s dream, and now she can’t tell if she’s clinically depressed or just bored half to death. But Boring becomes anything but when Laura discovers her neighbor Candace Flynn face up on a sofa with her hand buried in a snack bag. With a healthy dose of neighborly suspicion and street smarts, Laura sets out to find Flynn’s killer, but her curiosity becomes desperation when the killer targets Laura.
Someone is determined to stop her from digging deeper into the murder, but Laura is just as determined to figure out who’s behind the death-by-poisoned-pork-rinds.
Long a Christy Barritt fan, I eagerly awaited her latest mystery Death of the Couch Potato’s wife and Barritt did not disappoint. The book is filled with her wit and humor that is so priceless it’s hard to put the book down even when you should be doing something else. The mystery is strong and I thoroughly enjoyed following Laura on her journey to find the killer. Living in suburbia myself, I loved the cast of neighbors and especially loved Babe’s desperate attempts to use catch phrases incorrectly. So, if you’re looking for a cozy mystery with plenty of humor and quirky characters, pick up Death of a Couch Potatoes wife. You’ll be glad you did!
