I feel as if I have had a series of disappointments in the reading of the "dreaded" third novel from writers who start off their literary careers with all the great ideas, the second one scoops up what was left over and then comes the obligation of the third novel. Naming no other names (and there are plenty) as this a review of P.J.Tracy I read this book with a deepening sadness that they had used up all their ideas and no amount of giggling round the farmhouse kitchen table is going to produce much more from this mum/daughter team. The characters from the first two books have become pastiches of themselves and the novel itself is really just an inflated short story with more padding than a fat suit. Sad....