Lev Rosen's books are always delightful examples of their genres. I'll even forgive this one for having slight hard-boiled vibes because it turns out that everyone is actually soft inside here. Yolks on you!

My main critique is that I called whodunnit not based on the plot or clues, but based on the prejudice of the characters involved. Which I would not have been able to do had a few more people been assholes. Basically I could have used a little more messiness even though I understand the ambiguous utopia that Rosen was trying to construct. I get it, I just don't like it is, after all, the prerogative of the reader.