I wanted to like this book.
I always like the premise of so-called "cozy mysteries" but I haven't found any series yet that has just wowed me. This book seemed like it could fit the bill, so I was incredibly disappointed when I hit about 50% and realized it just wasn't what I expected.
Firstly, the description of the book doesn't match up to the plot of the book.
"What better time than Halloween to dig into a bracing discussion of a diabolical murder mystery?"
Halloween played zero role in this book. In fact, the events were entirely season agnostic, so while I went in expecting a bit of a spooky sleuthing romp, that is not the ambience I got at all.
"And what better choice for the Jane Doe Book Club than Agatha Christie's Crooked House? Lyla Moody and her friends are soon embroiled in debate over whether the heroine's actions are particularly believable. But not long after the meeting, sleepy Sweet Mountain, Georgia, is rocked by a murder that uncannily echoes the novel in question."
The conversation did *occasionally* reference back to Crooked House, but the book club barely played a role. I am not familiar with the Christie book, and could have benefited from more information about the plot of that book and discussion about how eerie the similarities are. Even having the characters get deep into comparing real life to the book and then questioning themselves to make them seem unreliable would have been more interesting than what I actually got-- snippets from the first formal book club and light conversation from a second "core group" meeting.
"Lyla and the rest of the Jane Does pool their prodigious intellects to clear Harper's name."
They really don't. They have a few gossip sessions with bland dialogue, but Lyla, the professional PI, is perhaps one of the least curious, least effective investigators I could imagine. The fact that Hammond gave away a location and a family name that hinted at her family history and she had 1) no interest in looking into it and 2) zero realization that there was a connection, disappointed me. I am told that Lyla is great at her job, but I am not SHOWN it.
"Peculiarly, all of the clues seem to have been lifted directly from the plot of Crooked House."
Again, I am told that this is the case, but I am not shown this.
"But as Lyla probes the pages of Christie's classic whodunnit for hints on catching the killer, she uncovers secrets from her mother's past--secrets that suggest that Lyla's own house may be crooked as well."
This doesn't happen! I would have loved her to reference the book for inspiration for solving the mystery but this never happens. All of this supposed wealth of knowledge from the group of mystery-loving Jane Does is never proven, never utilized.
I didn't think Lyla was a compelling character. I didn't even find her particularly likeable, which is fine, but I also didn't care about her one whit.
The "mystery" is solved through a series of Lyla falling into evidence, the whole book builds up to the reveal of the murderer and it's all wrapped up in one final WILD scene at her childhood home. Nothing is really resolved, we don't wrap up the weirdness of the Richardson family, or find out why or how Harper and LJ got wrapped up in a cult to the point they accept abuse from Charles. I left with a lot of questions and not enough answers, and not in the fun way.
The only character I came away really caring about was the grandmother. I'd read a mystery from her perspective. It would at least be lighthearted (what I thought I was getting from the description) and more compelling.
I am giving this book 2 stars because it started strong and has a lot of potential, so I don't think it would be fair to give it 1. But for me, this book fell completely flat.
Huge thanks to Crooked Lane Books and NetGalley for providing an advanced copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!