Ms. George will be sorely missed. This is a fine example of one of her crazy mysteries. You can't help laughing out loud many times. The characters are pretty eccentric, but somehow they always fit in, and seem, if not ordinary, logical in view of the plot. They are always a quick read, and enjoyable, and this one is definitely not exception.
The book seems fraught with the author's glimpses of her own mortality. She didn't really make it to spring in Birmingham, for unfortunately it really was late winter. Not only am I going to miss the wonderful spirit of fun, I sure am worried about Fred and hope that he doesn't marry Tiffany -- and what will become of poor Woofer and Muffin? Hopefully the purple boots will give Mary Alice the courage to go on without her Mouse. Somehow.
Oh! There is even a bit of a surprise for the reader who will even get to know who really did dirty-boogie with Elvis.
In *Elvis*, Mary Alice is planning her fourth marriage (widowed three times) to Sheriff Virgil Stukey and Patricia Anne is continuing to enjoy her retirement and planning the return of her pregnant daughter, Haley, and her husband Phillip from Russia. When Stukey and Mary Alice invite Patricia and her husband to a night of fundraising to renovate everyone's favorite semi-attired statue, Vulcan, the Rockette-like Elvis impersonator routine ends in one less Elvis. Unfortunately, the murder weapon is found in Patricia Anne's purse days later, and once again, the two sisters jump into the investigation, hoping to find the murderer in time for Mary Alice's wedding.
What an enjoyable end to the Southern Sister series. We will mourn the loss of Anne George and enjoy the entire series for years to come.