"Just as Tinker’s Cove prepares to kick off its annual St Patrick’s Day parade, reporter Lucy’s coworker is charged with a murder he didn’t commit. Will the luck of the Irish help her solve the crime and clear Rob’s name?" What a delightfully condescending piece of work this is to be sure and begorrah, complete with a leprechaun on the cover. Seriously? This from an American author who's apparently been to Boston, and so feels eminently qualified. Barf.
