Mystery bookseller Tricia Miles is back in "Bookmarked for Death," by Lorna Barrett, the second in her series about the town of Stoneham, New Hampshire, a village that's reinvented itself by opening numerous specialty and rare bookstores, bringing in tourists from nearby NYC by the hundreds. When Tricia hosts a book signing by a best-selling mystery author who has roots in Stoneham, little does she know the mayhem she's invited into her life: the author is soon murdered, in Tricia's shop's bathroom no less, and the clues are thin on the ground - which itself is covered, outside at least, in Canada Goose guano. Sheriff Wendy Adams is only too happy to close Tricia's store as a crime scene and it's up to Tricia to solve the murder herself, if only to be able to open up her shop again.... I've already mentioned this series this month, as I bought a 3-books-in-1 omnibus edition and feel beholden to read it through; but I "solved" the crime once the third or fourth new character was introduced, because it clearly wasn't who the clues pointed to. And a crucial plot point hangs on the "aberration" of a grown-up American who doesn't drive! As a non-driver myself, this offends me, as does this passage, heading to an unfolding crime scene: '"That's only two blocks away!....Come on!"....out the door, running for her car....She'd hopped in, had the engine revving and the wipers going when Russ finally slammed his front door and jogged to the car...."' Er, running to the site would have been faster, idiots! I'm going to read the third in the series because they're not entirely dreadful, but I'm happy that my mother will be visiting soon and I'll hand the book off to her and get it out of my house. Which is to say, don't bother.