Slacks for Ella Funt

I’ve really enjoyed Hill’s Dalziel/Pascoe series—sort of a cross between a classic British mystery and a modern gritty procedural. This book was a stand-alone mystery about two people looking into their troubled family histories. Both of the characters were too overly weird to sympathize with—an obessed Australian mathematician and a former priest who sees ghosts and has stigmata. The book ends up being more about their weirdness than about their mysteries. At some point, I actually lost track of what the characters were actually trying to figure out. I should have just waited for the next Daliziel/Pascoe book.