Tedious
If you are looking for a murder mystery, don't get this book! Since this is the first in a series about Charlotte, I imagine this is how Meg Wolfe thinks she should write a murder mystery, so give all her attempts (at least in this series) a hard pass.
If you like reading about a middle aged, somewhat entitled woman coming to terms with a serious need to downsize, succeeding in that, and learning that being independent does not mean going it without friends, then maybe this is your thing. You'll have to wade through long, nonsensical lists of the clothes in her walk-in closet, the ceramic pots in her kitchen, what's in her kitchen junk drawer, what people are wearing, even a pages long description of how she cleans her appartement. None of these descriptions or lists have ANY bearing on the murder or the mystery. All of this belated "coming if age" has just a sprinkling of mystery and crime solving, just a tiny bit. The actual crime solving is fun to read, but really wouldn't take more than 80 pages to describe. The mystery part is so flimsy and poorly worked out that other than the author withholding information, you can figure it out very quickly.
Aside from being a poorly conceived and badly written murder mystery, the continual barrage of useless and irrelevant detail is just tedious. There is also no reason for several characters to the story Ellis (the daughter in France), Lola, Ilona and even Shamus the cat (though he does provide comic relief).
I gave this waste of bytes/paper 1 star because one cannot award books negative stars. Don't bother with it. Even when you skip several paragraphs at a time and all the lists, it is still time you'll never get back. Somebody should tell Meg Wolfe that she can't and shouldn't write murder mysteries. Oh, I guess I just did. Yes Meg, please stop!