Book Review: Crepes of Wrath

I’m going to open this review by stating the obvious: Reading too many cozy mysteries with food connections could lead to weight gain, so consider yourself warned. Next, I’ll say this: Sarah Fox’s Crepes of Wrath had us at “mocha mascarpone crepes.” And I’ll add: This series debut is one yummy book, plus it has a cat—and recipes!

The story

Picture a place called Wildwood Cove, on Washington State’s Olympic Peninsula. Picture a pancake house called the Flip Side (that serves up things like mocha mascarpone crepes and churro waffles). Hard at work in the Flip Side is one Marley McKinney, whose “normal life” is in Seattle, but with her cousin Jimmy in the hospital with double pneumonia, she’s stepping in to keep his pancake business running. She’s also taking care of his house and his cat, an orange tabby named Flapjack.

That all sounds rather idyllic, but Crepes of Wrath is a murder mystery, so…

Poor Cousin Jimmy. He’s found dead—murdered—and everything changes for Marley. Suddenly she has heavy decisions to make—like what should she do for the rest of her life? This is further complicated by the presence of her old flame Brett, who is as single and handsome as ever. Oh, and of course Marley gets involved in trying to find Jimmy’s killer. His property—the land his home is on—is valuable, but is it valuable enough to kill for? Or did one of Wildwood Cove’s shady characters do him in for some reason? Was Jimmy involved in an art-theft ring that turned deadly?

So many questions. And Marley herself may be in danger from someone she can’t identify and for reasons she doesn’t understand. It seems she is reminded at every turn that she is an outsider, and not everyone is welcoming. It’s a good thing she has Flapjack to step in and give some purrs when Marley needs them.

The verdict

Where to start? When I called Crepes of Wrath “yummy,” I was referring to more than the food. The setting is rich, as is the cast of characters, and the plot kept us guessing until almost the end. The final confrontation between Marley and the killer kept us turning pages at a furious pace. Our only complaint is that Flapjack the cat doesn’t play a major role in the plot. But, I guess you can’t really have a cat hanging around in a pancake house. Fur in the batter, and all that. Marley’s oblique reference to Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot made us so happy we pretty much forgot that the cat wasn’t a major player.

Highly recommended!

A note on the "Paws Up" system: Miss C gives either one or two paws up. One paw is for a good read; two paws is for a great read. She never gives three or four paws because that would require her to lie on her back...and Miss C does not do that!

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