Unusual cozy in some senses.

Motts is easily the amateur sleuth with the hardest task: she’s autistic, so talking to people - let alone possible suspects - gives her anxieties. Still, she tries her darndest and even manages to ruffle enough feathers that someone tries to run her off the road for being nosey.

Classic cozy in that sense.

It’s exhausting to be in Motts’ head for a length of time. But then, it’s exhausting to have an autistic head.

Yay for realism.

Motts has a terrific bunch of friends that come to her aid when her anxieties cause a melt down. Like all the time, and at their own initiative. Where does one find such friends? According to Vina, Motts is the only person that can’t see how terrific she is. Hmm. I don’t see it either. Not terrific enough to have three (later four) friends that are always there for her. Most friendships have some form of reciprocity in them. Not because friends are calculating, but because that is what distinguishes friends from first responders.

So, not so much realism on that front.

I read an ARC through NetGalley.