Authors, if you want to write about libraries and librarians, you really should get one of us to read your manuscript. When you fuck up a bunch of easy shit, you just piss us off, and librarians can be a pedantic, cranky bunch, who read a lot. But then, I also felt like the author represented her protagonist as an authentic New Yorker, which I call BS on (Black Brooklynite who is a proud NYU alum? Most New Yorkers fucking hate NYU. NYers might go there, but if it was me, I'd have written "proud Hunter" or one of the other CUNYs. And while we're tallying the authorial mistakes, I don't think any of the library staff went to library school? I guess because it's a kind of rural setting maybe that's normal, but idk. I also call bs on a town of 1,000 having such a large library staff, including a 26-year-old carpetbagger with a Director title (of community engagement). A town that size would be lucky to have a FT library director, I think.)

Anyway, the cozy mystery is...fine, I guess, other than all the distracting questionable details.