Grimsley Johnson has no idea what kind of story she is trying to tell. She starts with some trying-to-be-humorous-but-aren't stories about her childhood, then describes her newspaper life in painstaking detail, then ends on a bunch of love notes to her late husband. None of these are bad things, but they don't work well together. This is a memoir that left me feeling like I know nothing about the subject except that she's vain enough to write a memoir.

Slightly less bombastic than the first, which kept me guessing because I didn't know which way the story would turn. The detective, Nevada, Clean Head, and Tinkler are all special (affectionate) and special (derogatory) in their own ways, and I love watching them solve the mystery while firmly entrenched in a moral grey area.

The pacing was all off on this one. The first half is super slow, and the denouement was too jammed full of information too late in the story.

Our two supposed heroes lollygagged around being boring and British for nearly four hours of this audiobook and I stuck around in hopes it would somehow still live up to the hype. But I gave up when Dexter told Emma he wanted to sleep with her but only because they were on vacation and they couldn't tell his girlfriend. That is NOT the makings of a romance I want any part in.

It is not often that I actively regret reading a book, but I wish I could scrub this whole thing out of my brain. Trigger warning for fucken everything.

The historical setting is lackluster, the plot is yawn-inducing, and the narrator is dull as dishwater. Abandoned at 18%.