This book has combined noir and overly flowery writing styles and produced an abomination.

"She was leggy, lost between a well-lived forty or a hard-partying twenty. She had a kind of realistic ageless quality, really, because no matter where the truth lay, she was still impossibly lovely. Her auburn hair flowed freely down to a wasp waist; the curved line of her body continued down into toned legs crossing one another. I’d speak on what a great a** she’s got, but I like to think myself better than that. ... She had a feline grace amplified by a Cheshire grin as she bowed down to meet me eye-to-eye. Hers were a powerful potion of green and sea blue swimming together in concert. They moved like a living constellation, and I was again reminded that I was walking in a world of giants while very much a man."

DNF at 8%