Izzy is a modern-day aspiring writer. Then one day a Marilyn Monroe type saunters into her writing group and steals the show—maybe even her man, too.
Then the woman disappears and Izzy suspects foul play. Funny how she can get so wrapped up with her well-being, while, at the same time, she can’t stand the perky little broad with her perfect figure, perfect hair, perfect face, perfect writer.
Izzy is just a crazy old lady with too much time on her hands. It was sickening how these old geezers can think they can still get it on at their age.
Izzy and Flo were the sleuthing duo—the Lucy and Ethel with their cockamamie, harebrained schemes. It was funny, but also asinine! I mean, these broads are like in their 60’s!
Witty and humorous; relatable with whole writer’s dream and wanting to lose weight, which Izzy relishes with in half-hearted and snarky quips.
A cozy, quirky, little mystery.
My rating: 3 stars