This is a quick, light mystery that I found alternately fun to read and exasperating. A centuries-old lost treasure? Sign me up. An old house in Bermuda with all sorts of secret passages? I'll be right there. And-- there's something about a hero who picks up her knitting to calm down and think that appeals to me. But that same hero was the reason I often found the book exasperating. Emotionally, Phoebe McCabe is all over the place. One minute she's wisecracking and making me laugh, the next she has tears streaming down her face. One second, she's highly intelligent, the next she's too stupid to live.

Other reasons why Rogue Wave was rather hit-or-miss with me? It was way too easy to figure out whodunit, and... the editing was atrocious. Superfluous words, missing words, awkward wording-- too many instances that made my eyes do a little hiccup and go back to make their own edits. The series has promise, and reading Rogue Wave was an enjoyable way to spend an afternoon, but I doubt that Phoebe and I will be meeting again. ( )

I've read the books in this series out of order, but I'm finally caught up, saving the first book for last (and now I'm ready for the next one). This is the introduction to Phoebe McCabe, her godfather, Max, and his son, Noel. Phoebe is enmeshed in their schemes for treasure hunting though she is only looking for her brother, Toby. Add in a reclusive author and some murder and the reader will find that this series starts with a bang and only gets better as it goes along. ( )