This book focuses on the adventures of Harper Connely, a woman who has an unusually morbid gift for finding the dead. At least that is how the fearfull and prejudiced pea brains who hire her seem to regard her. Aided by her brother she ends up resolving a mystery regarding one of her bodily discoveries, while she and hers suffer the price for her persistant investigations. Which are not welcomed by the culprits, as one might have assumed from the beginning. The dead, unfortunately, don't say much to Harper, but the living assume that she heard too much anyway.
Having arrived at this book via avid contemplations of the adventures of Sukie Stockhouse in Southern Vampire mysteries, I found myself rather disappointed by the predictability of the plot, which I sort of worked out by the third chapter. All the elements of a successful Harris work are there, form original characters to gracious writing technique, so I cannot claim that it was a bad read, merely that it was below the standard I have come to expect from this writer. I was not as instantly attracted to the protagonists as in the afore mentioned series, and feel they would have benefited from being expanded upon in a more vivid manner. It seemed like it was not enough, and left me with a vacant expectation.
Having said all that, I am awaiting the arrival of the second novel from this series in the post any day now, the reading of which will hopefully make me eat my words!