This will probably date this review, but watching Glass Onion sent me on an intense mystery kick! I’ve pretty much just been consuming any mystery book, movie, T.V. show, etc. that I could get my hands on. I ate it all up! Let's just say that this book came out at the perfect time. Oh, how excited I was to learn that this series was continuing! I loved the first four books and the ending of the last one didn't seem like much of an ending anyway. And I've got to say... this wasn't as good. It had me thinking that maybe four books was enough after all? I guess objectively speaking, it's still a pretty good book, I didn't like it though. If you're up to the task of suffering through a somewhat, slog-to-get-through first act, then the mystery was able to manage just as much fun and intrigue as the rest of the series. I do think it’s a bit odd how the first several books followed this sprawling, overarching narrative, while now with each subsequent sequel we’re just getting one-off mysteries, instead of starting a new story-line. It's one of the things that makes this installment feel like an afterthought.
Anyway, that ending sucked ass, didn't it? It bothered me so much that I was honestly tempted to rate this one real low. Reaaaaaal loooooow. I tend to forget the specific details of books I read (sometimes immediately after finishing it), but I always remember the emotions I felt when reading them! And let me tell you, this book pissed me off. There's no getting around it. I feel like a broken record because I'm always ranting about the annoying love-interests in these mystery books, so I'll try to say nothing about it this time around. Thankfully, there's more than enough criticism to go around! Phew! First of all, what's up with all the flashback scenes? It felt like they didn't serve the same narrative purpose that they did in the previous books and they were sprinkled around at almost random throughout the story. It was hard to follow because they were so abundant throughout the first half of the book and then kind of just... stopped. And yeah, maybe I did breathe a sigh of relief when the chapters stayed with Stevie rather than go back to the dark, dark ages of the 1990’s. She is the main character, right?
Nine Liars is interesting title though; very provocative, and it looks great on a book cover! Unfortunately, nine liars also means there's going to be be nine suspects, no? This is probably just my problem, but man... that's a lot of assholes to memorize. It's daunting, even. Should I have been taking notes? Sometimes my Kindle shows the "popular highlights" of what other readers found interesting, and whenever I'm reading a mystery novel, I see people highlighting all the things that might be clues, and I always have a serious panic moment! Like, "Oh, did we have homework on that?" kind of fear. It looks like we did, because when Stevie name drops the killer, it wasn’t an “ah-ha!” moment for me, but rather a, “who tf is [blank]!?” Let me switch off my hater-mode for a second though, I've been pretty negative for this whole thing. Um, let's see... once the mystery finally hit its stride, it was just as challenging for me to put the book down as the other installments. That's got to count for something, right? Besides, it’s still a lot of fun to follow Stevie and her Scooby Gang around as they solve the unsolvable! Minus one character, that is. He shall remain unnamed. I said I wouldn't talk about him, and I won't. I. Won't. I do sincerely hope that this series continues on for a long, long while. Hopefully without that one character… whom I won’t name. He'll remain nameless.
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It’s David, I don’t like David, he sucks ass and I haven’t liked him in any of these books, and I really really really hated him here. Anyway, don’t worry, I won’t get into it. It's done.
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Okay look, in every book there’s a moment where the narrative is all like, “ooh is this the one where David turns out the be the stereotypical, superficial, jock asshole, that he's always seemed to be?” In the fourth book, it was all, “did he leave Stevie in the middle of her investigation?" and in this one it’s, “is he getting a little too cozy with this other girl in London?” and it’s always played as a “gotcha moment,” when it obviously turns out he was a “great dude” (he's not, regardless) all along. You can only do a rug-pull so many times before I just stop reading altogether. And you know? With the cliffhanger in this one, I’m sure the next book will explain away his actions the exact same way they've always been explained away. “He had his reasons” my ass. Want to know what I think? I think he’s just a stereotypical, superficial, jock asshole. Enough is enough, it's time to move on from this. Let it go, otherwise I'm probably going to let this series go. It’s not even irritating anymore, just boring.