Medieval Rescue

Just in time, Ariana Franklin's Mistress of the Art of Death arrived to rescue me from the boredom of Bill Napier's Nemesis and the tedium of studying Dr. Atkins' new diet revolution. Despite the cover copy, I think this novel far more resembles a middle ages' Criminal Minds than CSI. Oh, sure, sure there's some blood and gore upon the floor and minimal poking about dead people's innards. But more efforts are expended on solving the serial murder mystery, though, and attempting to psych out the culprit. Usually I've read about this era in nonfiction works, and everything I know about it rang true in Franklin's book, a middle ages feminist murder mystery. What more could I want?