I'd picked up Andrews' "Hissy Fit" at random a couple weeks ago and LOVED it. So much so that I decided I had to read her other books. Savannah Blues was good and I eagerly looked forward to cracking open "Little Bitty Lies."
I don't get the witty humor that is supposed to be found throughout this novel. A woman and her best friend plot the fake death of her husband? I really, honestly, tried to find the elements of Andrews' writing that I've enjoyed in the first two of her books that I've read, and am just not seeing it. I'm bothered by the plot line, adding in the fact that the main character, Mary Bliss, has an entirely dysfunctional relationship with her daughter, and it doesn't seem to bother her that she's going to tell her daughter that her father is dead.
I don't know, I'm just not seeing humor in this book. I'm not quite done reading the whole thing -- and have considered putting it down and NOT finishing it many times. But I've decided I will finish it and hope that there is some humorous element in the end?
Fractured writing at its best, and I just think intertwining plotting insurance fraud and cooking chicken salad and being a sales hostess just aren't Andrews' forte. I'll hope the next books go back to what she does seem to do well, and that's write fun, light-hearted Southern humor.