The only thing cozy about this book is the heat it will provide when burned in the fireplace after you get disgusted with the glacial pace, the two-dimensional characters, and the sheer dullness. I admit that I quit reading 3/4 of the way through, so maybe the excitement finally starts in the last quarter of the book. But I was so bored when I gave up that I didn't care who was murdered, who performed the murders, why the murders happened, or if the murderer was revealed. And I certainly didn't care what happened to the excessively shallow Mrs. Malory, her fellow lame instructors, or her perfectly unbelievable students. There's no one here with whom you can sympathize, nothing to catch you up, and very little to keep the pages turning. I only made it as far though the book as I did because I kept thinking there must be something worthwhile coming. If something worthwhile is in that last portion, it took far too long working its way into the story.