Community Reviews
Let me just say it: this story is just as cute as the cover—and then some. It’s like John Tucker Must Die crashed headfirst into a cozy murder mystery, got tangled up in police tape, and then decided to host a girls’ night.
Kat, Olivia, and Elle—discover they’ve all been dating the same guy—Tucker Jones, human red flag—and teaming up for some good old-fashioned revenge seems like a great idea. Just some innocent plotting, emotional closure, maybe a little petty sabotage. Murder? Not so much. But when they find him very much dead—and very much stuffed in a closet—they go from girl gang to amateur sleuth squad real quick.
What follows is a delightfully chaotic whodunnit filled with laugh-out-loud banter, ridiculous undercover antics, and a slow-simmering flirtation with a hot detective who is unfortunately very much trying to arrest them.
Kat, Olivia, and Elle are absolute disaster queens in the best way. Their accidental sleuthing is hilarious, their friendship is chaotic gold, and their collective approach to crime scene management can best be described as “please stop touching things.” The mystery keeps things moving (as does the hot detective, let’s be honest), and every side character feels like they wandered in from their own spin-off sitcom.
A few moments dragged in the middle when the plot tried to juggle too many suspects, and I wanted a bit more depth to the hot detective (other than “hot” and “detective”). But overall? A wildly fun ride.
Is it totally plausible? Not even a little. Do I care? Absolutely not. The real joy here is in the shenanigans, the found-family girl gang vibes, and the steady stream of snark, sass, and crime-solving incompetence.
Kat, Olivia, and Elle—discover they’ve all been dating the same guy—Tucker Jones, human red flag—and teaming up for some good old-fashioned revenge seems like a great idea. Just some innocent plotting, emotional closure, maybe a little petty sabotage. Murder? Not so much. But when they find him very much dead—and very much stuffed in a closet—they go from girl gang to amateur sleuth squad real quick.
What follows is a delightfully chaotic whodunnit filled with laugh-out-loud banter, ridiculous undercover antics, and a slow-simmering flirtation with a hot detective who is unfortunately very much trying to arrest them.
Kat, Olivia, and Elle are absolute disaster queens in the best way. Their accidental sleuthing is hilarious, their friendship is chaotic gold, and their collective approach to crime scene management can best be described as “please stop touching things.” The mystery keeps things moving (as does the hot detective, let’s be honest), and every side character feels like they wandered in from their own spin-off sitcom.
A few moments dragged in the middle when the plot tried to juggle too many suspects, and I wanted a bit more depth to the hot detective (other than “hot” and “detective”). But overall? A wildly fun ride.
Is it totally plausible? Not even a little. Do I care? Absolutely not. The real joy here is in the shenanigans, the found-family girl gang vibes, and the steady stream of snark, sass, and crime-solving incompetence.
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