I really, really liked this -- the 7th entry in Waldman's "Mommy Track" mystery series. The plot seemed more robust than in Waldman's earlier books, the characters were rich, and it was a lot of fun to read -- that is, until I got to the end and realized there was no clear resolution. Yes, I realize that that's how life is -- not everthing is tied up in a neat little bundle, with all the loose ends clipped. But if I wanted ambiguous, I don't need to pick up a book to get it! To me, mysteries are formulaic, and that's why I read them: Bad guy commits crime. Good guy investigates crime. Bad guy gets caught and punished. Good guy lives to solve another day. Period. Instead, I was more than a little disappointed when I was left hanging at the end.
This is my least favorite book in the Mommy-track series. Between the concerns for children safety and the plight of the LA street element the author was on her "soapbox" quite a bit. I had to skip sections just to get through the book. Depending on the subject, and if the author writes more in the series, this may be my last Mommy-track mystery. If I want to be confronted with this subject matter I can turn on the news. Not what I look for in a novel.