To live in a
city named Boring, in a neighborhood labeled Dullington Estates, is it any
wonder that you would have nothing but nosy neighbors and that there’d be
nothing to do?
But that
seems to change when a neighbor goes missing and is found dead on her couch. So
much for life in sweet, but safe, suburbia, right?
Obviously,
the likely suspect would be the victim’s husband, the Couch Potato King, who
sells couches. How ironic.
As a victim
of a crime in the past, Laura is hesitant to get involved, but that all flies
out the window when she starts receiving threatening letters and finds out that
someone is watching her, actually videotaping her.
Everyone in
town is a suspect—a cheating husband, a futon-selling competitor, a candidate
for a homeowner’s association.
Being a
housewife has bored Laura so much that she is questioning everyone and
everything—her neighbor’s motives, her rocky marriage, her happiness,
everything. Could solving a murder
actually kick the boredom? Maybe, except that she was terrible at it. I mean, I
like stories with amateur sleuths, but, usually, they have some qualified skills
for it (eye for detail, good memory, karate skills, something.) Laura didn’t
have anything, plus, she kept on guessing wrong throughout the whole book. What
kind of amateur sleuth was that?
But,
overall, this was a quick, quirky mystery.
My rating: 3.5 stars
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