Frankly any book that does not make mention of taxes is a big hit with me right now. I read three this week, and my favorite, as always, is decidedly pedestrian. (I'm still not over the guilt.)
I am choosing, however, well-established author Carolyn Hart's Skulduggery as my top pick this week. Despite moments of pedantic exposition and a somewhat dated feel (It was originally written in 1984 and re-released last year.), Skulduggery is a decent suspense novel. It has the feel of Barbara Michaels' Vicky Bliss novels, but with a bit more railing against social injustice.
Still, I had fun following Ellen Christie through the warren of San Francisco's Chinatown.