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I managed to reach book two. It was an arduous task to push through this one as well. However, I held onto my faith. I still had a genuine desire to immerse myself in this series. And finally, I completed it. But to my disappointment, there was no great thrill. It felt rather anticlimactic. I had expected so much more from this installment. Maybe my expectations were too high. Nevertheless, I persevered and finished it. I'm not sure if I'll continue with the series or not. There was something lacking that didn't quite capture my attention and keep me on the edge of my seat.
Anyone who is seeking something that is both quick and easy to read in between those hefty and weighty books, this series could be a great option for a binge read.
The second book in the series carried on the tale of four friends as they endeavored to solve a crime. Alongside the mystery-solving, there was also a touch of their personal lives interwoven into the story. This added an extra layer of depth and made the characters more relatable.
However, overall, this series didn't manage to leave an extremely profound or lasting impression on me. Nevertheless, it was still something that I would pick up from time to time. It served as a light and enjoyable escape from the more serious and demanding reads. It was like a refreshing break in between the intense literary experiences.
More namedropping takes place. The pastor reads Dave Egger's A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, and the protagonist is still listening to Sarah McLachlan. It's like Sex and the City, yet instead of chatting about men over drinks, the four women discuss murders. Oh, but they do talk about men too!
The story arc closely resembles that of the first book. There's murder one, two, three and more. Eventually, a suspect emerges, and they're chasing him down. After days of incompetence, they finally get leads. Surprisingly, it's the super friends who discover the important clues, not the police. But the killer proves elusive. Then personal tragedies begin to occur, and the woman has to hold it together and be strong. This is a typical novel about a female protagonist written by a man, with stereotypes. Lindsay Boxer is the tough-on-the-outside-but-soft-on-the-inside character, as her last name might have hinted.
I digressed there. Let's continue. The leads were legitimate, as were the sources. The typical female who wants to prove something blindly rushes into various situations, putting herself in danger but miraculously surviving. If she died, the whole series would end, right? She busts the killer, but no, it's not him. It was never him. As we reach the end, the author throws in another unwarranted and unjustified "surprise" twist. And on the last page, I'm clearly disappointed, wondering why I read this when I had so much fun the last time. Definitely not.