This book combined two things I love (astrology and classic style mysteries) and made both of them so boring that I nearly fell off the elliptical machine while listening to the audiobook.

I don't really know how it happened. I loved hearing Lowell's methods for figuring things out. His group of coworkers and spunky daughter were skilled and very nearly entertaining. The conspiracy around the murder was complex. The suspect was truly wild.

But none of it ever gelled into something that made me care at all about the characters. When the true murderer was revealed I just went "Oh, okay" and that was it. The unnecessary preachiness of several chapters was also tedious. Lewis variously attacks the state lottery, the US legal system, swearing, and shopping without advancing the plot with any of them.