I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
This used to be one of my favorite mystery series, and it has all the things I generally enjoy: likeable, fleshed out secondary characters, strong friendships, wacky families, and the bookbinding angle is a serious plus. But the last couple of books have felt heavier handed than usual in terms of the relationship between the MC Brooklyn, and her now-husband, Derek. Lovey Dovey is the only term I can think of to adequately describe it. I prefer affection to be subtle and I don't need to be reminded how much they're in love. It was all a bit too sweet.
The plot of this one, too, felt overdone. The guilty person was a caricature villain, and I think it coloured the overall premise of the murder plot: the killer felt cartoonish and silly, so the plot did too, just a little bit. It's not a fair bleed over; objectively, the plot it good and not at all a stretch given character back stories. But the murderer's characterisation just sort of ruined it.
In spite of all of this, I still enjoyed the story well enough; I love the characters and having just recently been to San Francisco, the setting was fun to re-visit.
I read this book for Halloween Bingo's Amateur Sleuth square.