I was disappointed in Anthony Horowitz’s The Word is Murder. I’ve seen it everywhere and heard it was a great mystery. The premise is great. The author plays himself (a writer, most particularly of Foyle’s War, which I discovered this summer) who ends up helping with a murder investigation. Interestingly, the woman who was murdered had walked into a funeral home on the day of her death to plan her funeral. This book was too long and too full of in-fighting between the narrator and his investigator accomplice. I don’t usually grab mysteries and was hopeful for this one, but if I were you, I’d give it a pass.