This is the first book I've read by this author and to me it was immediately apparent it was written by a woman of, shall we say, a certain age. The characters - and there are far too many of them - are mainly female, and nosy at that, but they come over all coy the moment there's even the faintest hint of any vaguely sexual innuendo. There's a certain amount of what's been memorably described as 'grasshopper mind syndrome', the author leaping from one topic to another without any apparent link between them, and the wildest assumptions and beliefs being taken as gospel by the characters without the slightest evidence to support them.
The plot is just about OK, though it's a bit weak, and the motive of the murderer doesn't make a great deal of sense, while the relationship between the main characters and the local police force is simply laughably unbelievable, even for a work of fiction. There are a few typos, and one very obvious error that's repeated twice - it's 'dyed in the wool', not 'died in the wool'.
In all, it reads like a somewhat sub-standard attempt at emulating Agatha Christie that doesn't quite work.