Reading an unexpectedly compelling read at the moment, Last Laugh by Mo Campbell.  My oldest friend lent me a copy, he having received it from the authoress herself.   It has a kind of self published look to it, and it has been described as chick lit by some reviewers.  It reminds me of a very particular niche style of writing.  You remember the serial fiction you used to get in the Sacred Heart Messenger?  It seemed always to involve someone coming home to Ireland for a funeral, with family secrets to be unearthed.  Well it's like that.  It has some weaknesses, notably her over-use of adjectives and colours - we don't really need to know the decoration of every room and the colour of every skirt.  But then JK Rowling has often been condemned for her use of adverbs.

I haven't finished yet and I expect a few surprises, though I am sure the heroine and the Detective Inspector will end up together and lots of people will discover they are really related afterall. 

Hard to know where it is set - supposed to be Northern Ireland, small town population of about 20,000 with a castle and a cathedral.  Downpatrick?