I wanted to like this book. I did enjoy the cats, they were amusing and mostly acted like cats, except when they did things like smile. I own two cats. I've volunteered at the humane society socializing cats. They do not smile. However, the crazy cat lady in me still loved both Rupert and Isabella.
Beware, the rest of this review contains many many spoilers.
As for the rest of the book? Right from the start I was put off by the red stain on the floor of the antique shop where her uncle died. From a stroke. I'm not a doctor, but even I know that you do not bleed from a stroke. In fact, I'm still not sure exactly how he died. Or how he died and was buried without anyone doing an autopsy on him since the police department claimed they didn't. And if there was enough of the poison on the floor to stain the floor, shouldn't his clothes have been suspiciously stained when they came to remove his body? Because presumably that happened since she saw him in a casket, whether or not he was truly dead and all that?
The protagonist (who is apparently the author. Yeah. Not clever) is apparently a spineless wimp (but apparently this just means she's shy and timid. Again, no.) who has no problem running off into scary places all by herself (not shy and timid, right?). But then again, once there she has ridiculous panic attacks, or hallucinations, or waking nightmares? Or something. Or else she momentarily grows a spine only to have it again turn to jello after pushing Monty into the muck. She is also too stupid to say, "hey, why is there an apparent blood stain on the floor if my uncle had a stroke?"
She was also someone without friends prior to the start of this story or at least that's what we're lead to believe by her complete lack of contact with anyone from her prior life at all, including former coworkers and family members. Then again, we're really told nothing about the main character, and are left to infer everything we know about her from her actions - which are inconsistant.
Many people were irritated by Monty. I was irritated that the author turned him into a ridiculous caricature. In fact, I felt quite certain that Monty and Miranda were the good guys because they were the only characters ever really developed. Unfortunately, they were developed by beating you over the head with their character flaws. Monty reminded me quite a bit of the magician villain in the first Frosty the Snowman cartoon. Yet that wasn't what his character should have been. First, he was Rebecca's only friend (apparently). He really did seem to genuinely be concerned about her safety. We were told that he was a ridiculous snoop and gossip, but were never SHOWN that, just told - repeatedly. We were shown that other people disliked him, but no real reasons given. However, in the end, you learn he's about the only good guy, so it's quite likely they didn't like him because of that.
Getting back to SHOWING. When writing, the general rule is SHOW don't tell. This author tells. A lot. I found the excessive use of adjectives in this book did not draw me into the book, instead, it yanked me out of the narrative quite harshly at times. Too often inanimate objects were given human characteristics. Some metaphors just didn't make sense ("his eyes squirrelled" for example).
Also pulling me out of the story was the sheer amount of adjectives. And inappropriate description. I couldn't really tell you what Ivan looked like outside of a mullet (should've tipped me off that he was the bad guy, really), yet I could describe in minute detail areas of San Francisco that she walked through. This is an issue. Ivan was a major character in the book. He was there almost as much as Monty was, yet I haven't a clue what he looked like. But the area she and Ivan walked through to get to the construction site? Fully described with paragraphs descibing a single block.
The climax. First, there's no real build up of tension in the book. The protagonist (yep, nameless until the final page) just kind of wanders around with no real motivation for what she's doing. There's no urgency. There's no sense of danger (how could there be when the bad guys are barely described cardboard cutouts?). There's no attachment to the characters. There IS an interesting bunch of history, but you can't hang a cozy mystery on history. So when the end of the book came (hello? why on earth would you drink something that isn't the same color as the rest of the punch being served to guests? STUPID) I was really kind of shocked. People cared? People were shocked that there were real diamonds in the cat jewelry (yes, jewelry for cats to wear. Because cat owners are crazy like that)? People really believed in rumors from over a hundred years ago?
And why did it matter that the two cats looked like 2 cats that lived over a hundred years ago? Completely irrelevant to the story and not worthy of the shock displayed by the protagonist.
And finally, what, exactly, happened in the tunnel? Bats? That was all I could think of, but then she ended up with a cockroach on her that flirted with her (um, really???) and then talked to her (huh, what?) but then she wasn't in the middle of the tunnel, she was listening to Monty and Dilla talk! And just had to climb through the trap door into a broom closet that Harold just went through. Only he did it without Monty and Dilla seeing him. But then Monty was hiding from Dilla - with no reason given.
I just wasted a few hours of my life on this book. So glad I borrowed it from the library instead of buying it. Paying money for that crap would've made me angry.