Edie O’Sullivan is a curmudgeon, who doesn’t like the holidays, or people, or even her own family.  She is a retired teacher in her 80s who spends her days doing jigsaw puzzles and creating crosswords for the London times.  But someone is out to ruin her already dreary holidays.  Evil shenanigans are afoot when Edie receives a package of puzzle pieces with a note to solve the mystery or else.  She gets the neighbor, and her nephew involved, and the story progresses.  This is no Angela Lansbury.  This is not a cozy festive read, but rather a slog through various parts of Edie’s history, and the stories of those around her.  It is terribly slow, and I find myself not wanting to start out on the story again after I turn it off each night.  I need something more fun and uplifting for Christmas.  Or something with more blood and guts.  Let’s save Ebeneezer for the TV as the story is told better there.