This just wasn't for me. On paper it sounds fabulous, a secret sorority of poisoners, taking action against abusive husbands, but ultimately going too far. Yet my whole time reading it, I felt like I was missing something crucial. It's marketed as non-fiction true crime but reads like historical fiction, with endless focus on individuals' inner thoughts and sensations: things which couldn't possibly be cited in a historical source. I love historical fiction, I just like to know I'm reading it. The author has clearly taken note that readers like to be immersed in the 5 senses, but this book will drown you in detail, while somehow doing nothing to actually compel you.