The good things about this book were the Scottish hijinx, the excellent dog, the fact that one of the protagonists makes a risotto, the funny spooks, the emotional spooks, the spooky spooks, the ADHD and PTSD rep, the hilarious female side characters, a boring man called Hugh, and the general lolworthy humour.

The bad things were mostly the way that most of the many, many, many, many sex scenes were written in a way that meant you couldn't always tell who was doing what to who, and sometimes it meant that I basically pictured them playing naked Twister with quite a lot of lube. Although, you know what, it brought me a lot of joy, so maybe that should go on the good list, too.