I shouldn't say anything, really I shouldn't. Okay, if you insist.
As much as you can dislike a book and still finish it, I did. But I couldn't stop reading--doesn't that say something good? It's a wild and wacky story of a lawyer or legal assistant or something who got stuck with a lawsuit investigation or something and ended up meeting a sweet old lady with a cat. At some other point she woke up covered with grape cool-aid, in bed with her hot landlord. It seemed to be trying to be funny, but sadly, I didn't get the jokes.
Sorry not to like it--my requirements for a good mystery are character development, plot, and a protagonist who really gets into the mystery instead of just kicking around aimlessly happening upon clues. If it had any of that, I'd have tried harder to laugh.
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