My enjoyment of this series continues with this second book, Body on Baker Street. Gemma still has her Holmesian abrasiveness, eye for detail, and talent for the perfect bon mot, and she had me laughing out loud when she completely lost patience and yet still found a way to force someone to talk to her.
I have to admit that Moriarty the cat would be looking for a new home far far away if I were Gemma. You see, Moriarty likes everyone-- everyone except Gemma. He hates Gemma. Naturally no one else can see what the evil little feline is up to. But plotting pussycat aside, one of the reasons why I enjoy this series so much is its bookshop setting. As Gemma talks about stock being sold or ordered, I want to grab my credit card, hop a plane, and go there to run amok amidst all those goodies. A bonus in Body on Baker Street is the author signing, which gives readers an inside look at how booksellers prepare for these events. While I'm talking about added extras, I should also mention illuminating dialogue about contracts and diva authors. The only thing that didn't warm the cockles of my heart was the fact that I found whodunit to be rather easily deduced, but the rest of the book was so good I didn't care.
There's still no sign of the elderly yet spry Uncle Arthur. I have a feeling that Vicki Delany may be planning a grand entrance for the man. Setting, characters, humor, red herrings... Delany's Sherlock Holmes Bookshop series is firing on all cylinders, and I'm looking forward to the next book!