It's a good second book. The first couple chapters catch you up with the characters and their backstories in case you missed the first book. Again, much like the first book, I feel a disservice was done to Delaney's "bookish voices" as that was still hardly explained. At least the books had more to say to her in this book, but I feel like the author didn't give a proper introduction to it. Which still leaves me wondering, what's the point of giving your character a quirk, and saying it's so weird and obtrusive, and then hardly ever using it. Whatever.
Fifty years ago, a group of college students who thought they were special really liked a particular comic book which eventually led to the murder of one, and the attempted murder of like three other people. Things could have been solved a lot quicker if certain bookshop owners were more forthcoming with their nosy archivist-turned-detective, who they know is nosy to a fault and has their best interest at heart. Like, Delaney withholds things from the police all the damn time for you, Edwin. You don't think she should know some pertinent details that might help a murder case? There isn't even a real reason to hide this particular secret. "Oh, it was fifty years ago, you wouldn't understand, it's better to think she was a slut than that she was raped, I'm still hiding this because I don't know why." All this crap could have been wrapped up sooner if Edwin just told Delaney the truth when she asked for it, and if he just talked to Billy's dad. Why were you even unwilling to face Billy? Now that we know the actual truth, what reason was there to even hide from Billy and send Delaney to meet him in the first place? Why didn't you just have him come to the Cracked Spine? You're literally never even there anyways, Edwin!
I'll admit, this isn't even really a review. This is just me airing my grievances.
Anyways, more grievances.
When you finally get to the reveal, you're left with that feeling in Meet the Robinsons when the Bowler Hat Guy tells Luis who he is. And that he's been wearing the same baseball uniform the last 30-odd years. Even Delaney thinks so. The most telling thing was when the killer was like, "Look at my room, it explains everything!", and Delaney was like, this is the most ordinary room, you're just really into Oor Wullie. I'm not even exaggerating. That is like, literally verbatim what happens.
But what irks me most is that they explain it away as the antagonist being mentally ill. And that's all they say. He was mentally ill, that's why he killed a man. And planned to kill several other people including his mother. And it's like, wow, thanks for continuing to stigmatize mental illness. And also your mother is a terrible person. Which I honestly feel like was a harsh judgement. From what little we know, she was a good mom who shared her interest with her son, but then had a moment of weakness after being reminded of a traumatic event (which of course, the son wouldn't have realized had been traumatic) and said something hurtful to him. Keep in mind, he was a grown-ass man when she made that particular comment. I'm not saying Clarissa was a completely innocent character, I just feel like the other characters weren't particularly sympathetic to her during the Last Chapter Wrap-Up. When, clearly, they should have all been ganging up on Edwin for being so reticent. They keep going on about being family, yet he's got so many lies and secrets that Delaney ends up putting herself in dangerous situations that she could have avoided if she'd had the truth. At the very least, they would have been able to eliminate some suspects if Edwin had talked to certain people when he said he would.
Okay, end of rant.
This book is a whirlwind of a mystery that leaves you guessing until the end as you are inundated with other mysteries and cover-ups from the past fifty years, not knowing which facts are relevant or lies, and wondering how the hell Delaney is keeping all of this straight in her head since she writes none of this down. Also, why is a cop giving her any kind of information? And is it really necessary to keep saying that her boyfriend was a player before, and everybody warning her that he's a heartbreaker, even one of his exes who says that to her in front of him, yet we never get those vibes from him? Is this just to establish that Delaney is a Cool Girl(tm)? Whatever, their five-month relationship is basically just background noise anyways so it doesn't actually matter.
After chapters and chapters of piling on information and red herrings, it's all wrapped up in a chapter and a half, and you're left with, oh, it's over? Okay. And then you spend a week and a half trying to figure out how to write a review summarizing all your mixed feelings about this particular book when really you should just move on to the next book and hope it has nothing to do with Edwin's history, because there's only so much you can dredge up on this old man before you start questioning the author's description of him as whimsical.
And now, one last grievance for the road. Why the frick do people call her Delaney from Kansas in America? You know her name. You've known her for five months. Why are you calling her Delaney from Kansas? Is it to add weight to the moment? Is it to Other her? Why do you say Kansas in America? Are there other Kansases? Can the author not decide if she should wrap up Delaney's identity in being from Kansas or being from America? Do these characters know so many Delaneys that they have to differentiate this particular one as being from Kansas in America as opposed to Surrey in England? This only happened like twice and literally has no bearing on the book, but (as is obvious) it kind of bothered me. People don't talk like that.