I started this yellow book while I was visiting my sister Ivy and then had to wrestle it from her as I was leaving, so I could finish it. (It's hers.) At that time, about a third into the book, I told her I thought I knew how it was going to end, and she wisely warned me not to be too sure. Granted, I'm not much of a reader of mysteries and therefore not known for my uncanny ability to guess the endings. (Although sometimes I can call surprise twists in movies and TV shows, I'm not sure that's the same thing.) Anyway, she was right, and the ending had a surprising twist that I only started to suspect just before it happened. (Now I have the phrase "surprising twist" running around in my head.)
Here's an aside: I've always thought the ideal mystery would contain all the clues to solve the crime, so if you were Sherlock Holmes-like, you could figure it out along the way. But some mysteries just withhold information until the end, don't they? When someone blurts out the truth, Perry Mason-like. You can guess what's going to happen, but the clues aren't there to support it. Perhaps someone who actually knows something could comment on this.
Back to Lemon Tart! It's delightful, well-written, clean and not overtly LDS (the author is LDS, and the main character is a church-goer, but only in a generic way). I enjoyed it very much.