I'm about halfway through this book, and I don't think I'm going to finish it. The main character is a 32-year-old woman, long since divorced from a brief marriage, living alone in the apartment (now a condo) that she grew up in, with a well-behaved cat. The condo is paid for so she is able to survive on what she makes as a free-lance writer for hire. She mostly seems to write advertising copy for local businesses in the Hyde Park area of Chicago. She also has a writing workshop in her dining room that she runs every Tuesday evening, and one of the five attendees is a cop whose sister lives downstairs and who is a potential romantic partner. She is afraid of becoming too set in her ways, and of putting on weight. Ho hum.
The writing is sloppy and repetitive. Supposedly this professional writer prides herself in not using clichés, but twice so far she has struggled to come up with another way of saying "sticks out like a sore thumb." Twice in the book and I'm only halfway through. She is also repeatedly described as realizing that she is not cut out to be a hard-headed businesswoman, which at least is true, she isn't. She comes across as feckless and not very bright.
As for the mystery, which is that one of her clients gets killed, so far, although it has nothing whatever to do with her, she seems to do her best to get embroiled in it and suspected by the cop in charge (not her potential romantic partner, at least). Most of the time in the book so far has been either about her interactions with potential new clients, or her interactions with the potentially romantic cop. The mystery hardly makes a dent in those two topics. I don't know what's going to happen in the story, and I don't care, which I should do by halfway in. This book appears to be written for those who like romance novels with a little something else thrown in. That is not me. Fortunately, I did not buy this, I only borrowed it from the library. I was sucked in by the fountain pen nib on the cover.