A delightful overload of classically cheesy clichés, straight from the detective fiction bible, was the only thing that made this book readable to me. I enjoyed the supernatural take on the whole private eye thing, and Butcher included some imaginative touches, but most of it felt pretty generic. Far more interesting than the plot was the [ultimately unanswered] question “Is Butcher purposefully mocking the detective fiction genre, or does he actually have a bona fide degree, carved in cheese, from the Nancy Drew School of Writing?”
While enjoyable, I don’t really feel any compulsion to read the rest of the books in the series.
[Why I read it: I thought the TV show looked interesting, but my books-before-movies rule required me to first give the books a try.]