It all starts with a storm on the coast, and a knife-wielding, blood covered stranger that shows up at the door.
There’s a serial killer on the loose in San Francisco. There’s a cute ER doctor who is sort of dating three different men, though she’s trying to pass one or more off on her transient/loser/beautiful little sister. There’s a cougar of an aunt who used to be a dancer in Paris. There’s a weird little pink poodle who turned out to be one of the best-drawn characters in the book. There’s a mystery that is pretty obvious from the start, without a lot of questions or twists.
There’s some fairly inconsistent writing and stereotypical characters and lots of plot holes.
I don’t know what it is with me and mysteries this year, but most of them that I’ve picked up just aren’t very satisfying. This one included. This was a draggy, slow read. I found it hard to relate to the characters. I found the plot to be kind of boring – even the parts that were supposed to be super suspenseful. It took me a while to get through this book because I would get bored so quickly.
The most disappointing part? The one thing that isn’t explained in the least – the title of the book is the note left on the bodies the serial killer left behind but it’s never really gotten into. More of “What’s the point, then?” feelings than I can count.