I quite enjoy Lippman's mysteries - the entire community perspective, the rotating points of view, the lack of one entirely sympathetic viewpoint. I came to her books on the heels of Eileen Dreyer's books, which I adore madly but can only read a couple in a row. They're kind of like candy. Lippman's books also fall into the candy factory, as they're easily devoured and not particularly earth-shattering, but they're more like chocolate candy, as opposed to the sugar-spun confections of Dreyer. Hm. They're the Milk Duds of the mystery novel genre for me.