by Cleo Coyle
Hennepin County Library, paperback, 243 pages
This was going to be our November book club book, but I honestly couldn't get past page 98 before it was due. It was just not compelling. I feel bad that Christie and Karen both read it - it was just that bad. The review of it made it sound delightful!
Basically, someone dies at a hip Manhattan coffee bar. A barista is arrested. A mystery begins.
But I found myself forcing the reading. Like the little engine that could, I was trying to motivate myself to get 'r done. Then I decided (once again) that life is too short to waste on uninteresting books. I don't know why I have so much trouble with that!
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