Finding a book for this month’s challenge for the Chick Lit Challenge was difficult.

I am a mystery fan as well as a chick lit fan. I became an adult during the Nora Ephron era of great romantic comedy films.

That means I expect a lot from my books and movies. I want crisp dialogue, commentary on pop culture, and sincerity from the main characters.

After a recent visit to my mother’s house, I came back with a pile of books. She belongs to a mystery book club and gets three new mysteries every month. These mysteries tend to have women as the lead characters. I thought for sure I would find something in the pile. There was a book about a woman finding her husband who disappeared and a grad student who solved mysteries in between classes. And yet none of them made me excited.

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Then I get to the latest Biscuit McKee mystery,  Indigo As An Iris by Fran Stewart.

What I like about this series is that it feels like a small town in the way people interact with each other. I would say this town has a population of about 2,000 – 3,000 people judging by the variety of businesses it can support. Biscuit is the librarian who came to the town a few years back and married the police chief. I am not sure if she solves the mysteries as much as she is our eyes and ears, our entry into the small town in Georgia.

In this book, we learn that some one has been kidnapped. It is a woman with beautiful hair and the possible candidates start piling up – figuratively not  literally. But it takes a while to reveal the motive and the acts of bravery amidst real life happenings of dying spouses and sibling arguments. And then there is the cat who manages to tie everything and everyone together. You cannot help but begin to love Marmalade who seems to know when things are happening very far away.

That is what I love about this series.

What I do not love are some of the stupid comments made by Marmy to appear as if she is always involved or how much others comment on how it appears the cat is replying to or asking various questions. Sometimes the action is slow in a bad way of slow. The topper is Biscuit’s husband Bob always saying “woman” when he talks to her. I hate it and it sounds derogatory although it is meant differently. We are told to make allowances for Bob because he is a Vietnam vet who still gets nightmares. I try but that “woman” thing gets on my nerves.

For those looking for a book set in a small town, for those who do not mind a slow pace meant to mimic a small southern town, for those who can handle the slow burn this is the book you have been looking for.

Right about now I am looking for a quickly paced action-adventure story.

What are you reading this month?