“There’s a lesson in here somewhere for me. Not that I like getting my life lessons from murderers.”
This is a fun one, y’all.
Mo Ellery’s life implodes on her 29th birthday. She finds herself jobless, boyfriend-less, and apartment-less all on the same day, as everything goes south for her in a laugh-out-loud-funny sequence of events. (Not that I like to laugh at others’ misfortune but it is all quite comical.)
Fast forward and now Mo is living in a studio apartment, serving as a crossing guard—she’s a bit of a Google-assisted hypochondriac and needs those health benefits—and facing off against her speeding, poodle-dad nemesis every morning. Well, she’s facing off against him, that is, until he ends up dead, back wheels up in the massive sinkhole in front of his stalled parking garage development right next to her crossing guard corner.
Soon she finds herself holding the reins of three show poodles and inveigled into investigating a possible murder—neither of which she is entirely equipped to handle.
It’s a comedic, late coming-of-age tale, centered around the amateur detective antics of Mo and an increasingly kooky cast of characters, in which the chaotic bisexual FMC flails about as she seeks answers, stability, and love (or at least some more hookups) before she turns 30.
It is so much fun and is bound to make you grin, chuckle, and maybe even laugh out loud.
I received an advance copy of the book from William Morrow. All review opinions are my own. #MorrowPartner