The opening 5 pages were some of the best I've ever read, but by page 10 it had shifted into something else. :-/ I previously taught on a big-10 campus and some things just felt off to me. It didn't connect with my experience. I'm not sure if that is because her college is significant smaller or because she is in an "arts" field or something else.
For example, on page 10, she talks about an adjunct professor trying to create a new (French) department. How would an adjunct have the power to do that? And why would tenure-track professors associate with an adjunct?!
I love cozy books, but this has a dash of bad chick lit added to the mix. The author seems to think that cozy books are the same thing as chick lit. They are not.
I loved the college environment created. It made me want to go back to teaching college classes. However, I was highly agitated and annoyed by the main character. She is flighty, boy-crazy, emotionally immature and highly unprofessional. As a woman, she made me cringe. I don't understand bad chick lit. If a man wrote this, we would be offended. But when a woman writes about idiotic women, it is suppose to be fun literature?
Notes:
- The heroine is a college professor who loves all things French, but has never been to France?! Or anywhere abroad?! Odd.
- She is not prepared with her textbooks on the first day of class. Throughout the novel, she appears more like a slacking grad student than a professor. She mixes freely with the students and tries to date other young professors. She is supposedly a seasoned professor but doesn't seem to have established any professional boundaries. She also has no life outside of university life. She behaves very much like a student.
- She feels an inappropriate attachment to "her student" Austin - a boy who attends about 3 of her lectures before being murdered. I'm not sure if this irrational personal connection comes from the smallness of the school or just from bad chick lit. The main character (and author) fixates on her interactions with Austin and his two fraternity friends, but ignores all the other students in her classes.
- She loves romance novels and falls asleep in her office moaning in pleasure while reading. Her boss, the department head, has to wake her up. She doesn't seem particularly embarrassed. The dean laughs it off.
- She doesn't seem particularly embarrassed by any of the embarrassing situations she creates. She also doesn't seem to feel bad about anything - including breaking confidences and following personal whims at the expense of others.
- On page 120, she is revealed to be a non-practicing Catholic who loves the old ladies at the church who bake cookies but can't be bothered to practice herself. A brief reference to karma displays her flighty spiritual notions. :-/
I wondered how much of the main character was autobiographical. Many details (being a female English professor in Sioux Falls, having curly hair, ect) seemed to mirror the author's biography. Is the author originally from Detroit like the main character? Does she irrationally hate fraternities too? Does she eat copious amounts of (pointedly described) unhealthy food too? Is she a ditz too? It felt like a thinly veiled biography with some fictional murder added.
The other really annoying thing for me, as someone who worked in law enforcement, was the total lack of criminology knowledge. The main character (a thinly veiled version of the author) makes crazy assumptions regarding the crime based on little actual information, takes it upon herself to interview people and investigate, places herself and others in jeopardy and withholds actual information from the police. She seems to treat the police (and others outside the English/literary field) with some level distain. In the end, she makes a big speech in front of most of the school and accuses various possible people (Poirot style) before unveiling the actual murder. It seemed highly indulgent and irresponsible.
As a cozy, the author did a good job of creating a pleasant environment for the story. However, the murder element was weak. The murder didn't occur until page 100 (of 225 pages). The mystery is wrapped up in the last 50-ish pages of the novel and has little to do with the previous 175 pages. There were no mystery plot developments or clues sprinkled throughout the novel. The focus was more on creating the university environment and following the ditzy adventures of the main character. The murder mystery is purely peripheral.
Many chapters opened with almost poetic descriptions of life on a university campus. It was refreshing to read a book free from grammar errors... until page 201. Talking about character's footwear, the author writes "the low-slung heals" instead of "the low-slung heels". A minor mistake but kind of embarrassing for an author who is also an English professor. You would think she (or her English professor buddies) would be able to proofread.