You guys are making me feel like a total book nerd, and not in a good way. Is it possible to read too much? I hope not.
Anyways, I finished Murder on the Menu by Miranda Bliss, the second installment in the Cooking Class mysteries. In the first book you meet Annie and Eve, who have very little culinary talent, but a penchant for fstumbling across murder mysteries. They don't really solve the mysteries so much as happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and slowly put two and two together. In this book they try to solve the murder of a friend while managing a new restaurant. These are quick reads and they have recipes in the back that you can try out (not that I have).
Because Spock was hot too. And Bones was pretty easy on the eyes. And Chekov was cute. There's like every type of male in the cast...except black, now that I think about it. Hey! Yeah, they need to add some Klingons in the mix!!! 
I love a good mystery, BUT a good mystery, in my opinion, needs a detective that isn't a ditz. I like a mystery that keeps me guessing until the last page. Sure it can be cute or whatever when a plain-jane accidentally solves a bunch of mysteries through pure chance, but that gets old kinda quick. So that's why I didn't enjoy this book very much. It's the third "Cooking Class Mystery" and I started reading them because I was interested in the recipes and the cover artwork is cutsie, but they are not fulfilling my hunger for an intriguing murder mystery (and I'm a bit upset that Annie hasn't knocked boots with her hunky Scottish restaurant owner boyfriend). They are pretty quick reads though, and I guess if you don't pay too much attention to the plot you could end up surprised in the end, but I think you guys are smarter than that.
You guys are making me feel like a total book nerd, and not in a good way. Is it possible to read too much? I hope not.