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
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