The Midnight Feast, Lucy Foley

**POTENTIAL SPOILERS BELOW**

Another superb mystery thriller read from Lucy Foley!

I'm an enormous fan of Lucy Foley's mystery thrillers. She cuts her characters with razor-sharp wit and social observation; there's often a fair amount of class commentary, and her books play out for me as if I'm watching a film.

Like her other books (at least her most recent ones), the mystery unfolds through multiple POVs. Foley begins her novels with a prologue introducing an unnamed dead body and we are left with the extremely fun task of trying to work out both whodunit and "who-died-it" (I thank you) as the story progresses.

Here, we're in a stately home in Dorset, which is being turned into an elite luxury retreat by socialite and heir, Frankie. Her character is complex and dark and slightly ridiculous, which is fabulous because I love all these things.

We also have Bella, a guest who clearly isn't who she says she is; Eddie the young dishwasher; Owen, Frankie's (misunderstood?) husband; and DI Walker, who is investigating the body found at the base of the cliffs below Frankie's manor house.

I'm a huge fan of unlikeable, complex characters... so this ticks that box very nicely. There is also a healthy dose of local cultish shenanigans, which is, again, my absolute cup of tea.

Goodreads review:

Whenever I'm looking for a pacy and well-written book in this genre, she is my go-to. The Midnight Feast is set in an exclusive hotel in Dorset, making way for Foley's trademark hilarious social satire. Her blend of whodunnit and "who-died-it" works very well (yet again) – I fell for most of the red herrings, which I enjoy greatly. As usual, one to enjoy over a glass of wine or a cup of tea for a most enjoyable evening in.