Festival of Deaths
I read this book out of desperation - nothing else was handy. I hope I'm never this desperate again. No suspense. No real plot. Weakly described motivation for the crimes. No real detective work. And a cast of unlikable characters who all act fairly irrationally. In real life Carmencita Boaz would have gotten out of the hospital bed and strangled Itzaak Blechman for his blabbering. By the end I was wishing that Gregor Demarkian has choked on his mamoul cookies.