Sanford's two main characters, Lucas Davenport and Virgiul Flowers, have over the years provided hours of pleasure. No more. The 11th Flower book is sadly repetitive--plot, subplot, small town, witty repartees and a feeling that I've just been conned out my $17.95 Sanford needs a new hero, and a new line of thought. By the time I finished reading Holy Ghost, I no longer cared whether Flowers solved the crime (murders, main plot) or saw through the apparition of the Virgin Mary in a small town church (subplot.) Flowers is now engaged to be married, so even the faint amusement garnered from watching him spar with female characters is gone. I suspect the Sanford machine will keep cranking out novels. After all, what publisher would give up such a good thing? But it's sad to see a great crime writer become uninteresting.