Lyndsey Cole

I could have been doing dishes instead...

I should have known right from the fact that the author needs to tell you that this is a cozy mystery in her subtitle, but I kept on reading. Unfortunately, this was just a terribly written book. It read as if the author was just writing down her thoughts as they came to her: 'Hey! She'll leave her boyfriend who's doing terrible things!' What now? 'She finds a furnished apartment!' Seriously?

She just ups and leaves her boyfriend because her aunt needs her - even though she's apparently cut ties with anyone from her former life, including her former boyfriend. She miraculously has a lovely apartment to move into, and becomes partners with her aunt, in a building owned by her father, who is a nasty man who hates cats. I don't trust people who hate cats. Cats are just as loyal as dogs, and some even more loving. I've owned both.

There's just so much wrong with this book. I rarely read self-published books (as I've stated many times before) and here we have another example of why that is. Sorry, but I really doubt that I'll be reading any more by this author; although I might have a moment of illness or weakness that changes my mind. Who knows.… (plus d'informations)