Fooled you! It wasn't really Colonel Mustard who killed me. It was boredom. Excruciatingly painful, death-inducing boredom! Before you too fall victim to this evil killer, buy a different book. As for Marnie Quinn whose review is "spotlighted" above, I'll give you ten-to-one that she doesn't really exist. Marnie Quinn is either a pseudonym for the author, or the editor, or the milkman of the author, or of the editor, or...of Colonel Mustard for all I care. There's no accounting for taste, but no real human being would actually find this book THAT enjoyable.