Kippy's best friend Ruth was found murdered in a corn field and strung up like a scarecrow. Her small WI town is convinced they've found the murderer (Ruth's bonehead boyfriend Colt) but after reading Ruth's diary and finding some glaringly obvious clues, Kippy is determined to solve who actually killed Ruth even if the rest of the town is against it.

Unfortunately as a mystery, this book did not work in the least. I had to willingly suspend much disbelief as Kippy ever so conveniently stumbled upon what actually happened to her "friend" who really was more of a frenemey. Kippy is an odd little duck, who I did find endearing, but I never felt like I got to know her. Also, why throw in a haphazard 'love' connection? Not necessary.

Plus, even though the author is from WI originally, I felt she relied on overwrought stereotypes that anybody could pull from their hat. We don't all say "You Betcha." Please.

The cover was so awesome on this book, just a bit disappointed in the contents.