Okay. Several things.

First, the good.

I liked Sebastian’s narrative. He’s funny and (mostly) smart about things and … quite simply, the book was fun with him leading the way. I’m considering reading the next, purely because of how much I liked him. Because almost everything else was trash.

Now the bad.

1. Calvin is so incredibly unprofessional as a cop, it blows my mind. Maybe it shouldn’t. But still. That blow job scene still feels like something I dreamed up while high on NyQuil. As in, it would have made sense if the toaster had started producing sideline commentary.

2. Can we please stop villainizing people with mental illnesses? Please and thank you.

3. The mystery was just boring and predictable. (I’m a mystery snob though so YMMV.) I knew who the murderer was the moment they stepped onto the page. Additionally, there’s several loose ends that are either dropped, forgotten, or shoved under the rug of, “well, they were crazy.”

I don’t even know how to rate this.