My first venture into the Lucy Foley mystery canon turned out to be entertaining but a week later totally forgettable.
The Midnight Feast is one of those stories in which some wronged individual comes back to their hometown 15 years later for a reckoning with the evil doer. The tendrils of the story of course snake and curl and tangle around each other, and several of the characters are not the people they are pretending to be. But isn't that what makes these stories work? You always need that last-minute reveal in order for the pieces to all fall into place. If not for that wild card, that person who needs to act in a way that their character up to the last thirty pages doesn't support, none of the wicked would be vanquished.
A week on, I have to think hard to remember what happened. But it was a quick and entertaining read while I was in it.
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