Firstly, I’d like to thank NetGalley and the publisher for giving me a free e-arc of Murder of the Modern Girl.

This frolic captures the luxury of the Roaring Twenties and the risks of vigilante justice. It has Gatsby-era beauty, a swoon-worthy love tale, and an indomitable heroine. In kitten heels, a gorgeous young mind reader prowls the streets at night in search of men to murder. A quiet genius toils away in the municipal morgue, determined to discover the science underlying his shape-shifting talent. It was meant to be in 1928 Chicago, when jazz fills the air, gangsters rule City Hall, and every nice girl carries a flask in her handbag.

Ruby, who is 18 years old, has kept her love of poison a secret up until now. She meets a clever youngster working at the morgue, his gift for forensic detail threatens to expose her dark pastime, using her mind-reading skills to target guys who prey on defenseless women, men who escape the clutches of Chicago "justice".

Unfortunately, Ruby, a sassy, independent woman, has developed feelings for him. Ruby delivers rebellious charm to every breathtaking page of Murder for the Modern Girl—not to mention murderous style. She waltzes between a supernaturally enhanced romance, the fight to bring down a gentleman's club, and devoted friendships worth their weight in diamonds. For fans of The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue, this fascinating adventure is ideal.

Because I didn't particularly enjoy the writing style, I found this book to be quite challenging to read. All of the characters had such bland personalities that it was difficult to distinguish between them in the dialogues. I would have believed you if you had said that they are all the same person in a different time. The hardest part of mysteries is not wanting to read them because you aren't questioning them or making predictions since you don't know what's happening—even after reading them a hundred times. For the love of God, I tried so hard to like this book, but I just couldn't.