Summary: Manfred Bernardo, a psychic by trade, is just starting to settle into the small community of Midnight, Texas when things start to get interesting. Prior to his arrival, the girlfriend of Bobo Winthrop, the local pawn shop owner, had up and disappeared, leaving all of her personal belongs behind and not a word of communication to explain. When outsiders start showing up, trying to rough up Bobo, the truth about Aubrey’s disappearance, and some of the strange residents of Midnight, begins to come to light.
Review: With the exception of the second book in this series, I have read every novel that Charlaine Harris has ever written. That is not something I can say about any other author. She’s actually not my favorite author (not sure that I have one, truth be told), but when I’m looking for an easy and entertaining story, she’s right up my alley. None of her series have ever compared to that of Sookie Stackhouse, but I’ve enjoyed every single one; and though she sometimes intermixes characters and you always know who you’re reading, every series feels separate and unique from the others. The Midnight, Texas series is no different.
The writing is standard Charlaine Harris. Quirky characters abound, nothing too scary, nothing too raunchy (ok, well, Sookie might be an exception to this rule in her other work), nothing too gory, just entertaining. A nice light mystery full of lovable and unique characters and an ending that I didn’t see coming.
This is not a book that is unputdownable. It’s unlikely that you’ll be thinking about it for days or weeks after you read it. Your perspective on life isn’t going to be altered. It’s what I like to call a pleasant palate cleanser. When you’ve just read something heavy and need a little psychic break, you aren’t sure what to move onto next but need something to read, or you’re just in the mood for a comfy pair of slippers kind of book, this is a good book to pick up.
As for the next installment in the series…yeah, I’ll be reading it. Not today. Not tomorrow. But definitely somewhere down the line.