Did I read the same book as everyone else?
I'm not sure if I read the same book as others, who gave this glowing reviews and couldn't wait to read another, because, frankly, this is a mess. First the main character is rather unlikable. She runs off in all directions, managing to accuse almost everyone except the right person. And spends huge swathes of text complaining about her looks, her weight, and, sickeningly, "Ooh, does he fancy me? No, he can't; that woman (or that woman or that woman) is more attractive and he must be interested in her." In fact, she seems to think any woman she sees with a man must be involved with him, even though she is told repeatedly it is not the case. The psychic, who supposed to be a great help, is equally dithery, and spends half the time being cryptic and the other half saying she doesn't know why people think she can help. Keep in mind from the very beginning we are told she makes her living working as a psychic for large firms, so this isn't a tea room charlatan. And most of the characters, despite her being introduced by one of their own, either mock her or get annoyed that she doesn't tell them whodunit. One character actually changes dialects for no apparent reason.
The story, itself, is also all over the place and includes flashbacks to an older crime that doesn't make great deal of sense, but drives the present.
Finally, there are some very odd errors. The main character is supposed to be an artist of some kind, but it's not clear what type of art one produces by stretching paper. Most of us stretch fabric to form our canvases. Then she is supposed to be an experienced director, but for some reason, she lets a playwright run rehearsals and even recast a role (without her input). There is nothing to indicate that the playwright (another primary character) has any experience at all, but he's running rehearsals?? Recasting a major role in the play?? Sorry, no. Just no.
I won't be reading anymore by this author.