I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
There are books you enjoy and there are books you hate, or almost worse, books that make you feel nothing at all. Then there are the books that are none of the above; these are the worst because they aren't bad - they might be good, but they don't hit the high notes for whatever reason.
On Thin Icing is just such a dreaded book. It's good: it's well written, it's well-edited and it's well plotted. I like the characters and the setting, but I put the book down and thought "I don't know...". It's a notch above meh. Which means I have no idea if I should send it and its siblings to the big black box or hang on for another one. Which leaves me feeling aggravated.
I think a large part of what's holding me back from 'true like' is the stupid stupid stupid love triangle. If you're going to introduce a married MC who is still in love with her husband (and he in love with her) why are you giving her another love interest?!?! This is the worst kind of love triangle and a level of emotional manipulation I despise, which I suppose says something about how enjoyable the rest of her writing is that I didn't send this sucker flying across the room.
I can't say if I recommend this book or not. Nor can I say if I'll continue with the series. I'm going to prevaricate and decide in July, when the next book comes out. If I see it and buying it feels like a duty, the series is outta here.