Ron K. (WhidbeyIslander) -
OK, to be fair, I didn't finish this book. Only managed to get through the part where the group of characters is at the estate at _______________. (And I hate books that use _______________ in place of real place names.) I abandoned the book at Page 48, never finding out who was killed, and the sex or orientation of any of the characters (or caring.)
The narrator, Robin, is a rich, self-obsessed twit. Yes, he or she is purposefully written that way, but even spending 48 pages in his or her company was more than I wanted to endure. The writing is clever and I laughed out loud a few times, but it wasn't enough to make me relish picking the book up again.
The narrator, Robin, is a rich, self-obsessed twit. Yes, he or she is purposefully written that way, but even spending 48 pages in his or her company was more than I wanted to endure. The writing is clever and I laughed out loud a few times, but it wasn't enough to make me relish picking the book up again.
