A spectacular example of bad writing.

The plot is so far removed from our four heroes that they spend more time rehashing events and spouting their pet theories than they do on any kind of action. Everything happens off page (and this is not a dig at the epistolary format, I happen to love it) and what does happen isn't very interesting. Everyone speaks the same way, so I kept forgetting if I was reading Cecy's chapter or Kate's, and then gave up checking after a while because it didn't make any difference.

Everything felt forced. Like Lady Sylvia staying in Paris, which only happened because she would have solved the mystery in five minutes and our four idiot heroes had to bumble around long enough to make this a novel.