What I thought would be a tantalizing murder mystery was unfortunately the complete opposite. The plot was horribly weak and never really pulled me in or made me an avid reader. I hate to not finish a book so I continued reading, counting down the pages until the less than satisfying ending. The book read more like a journal, routinely spending a ridiculously long time depicting what the subject ate for meals, what and when her dog ate, when she slept, what she wore and when her dog went outside. As colorful as these examples were, the meat and potatoes of the book was colorless and underdeveloped. In my opinion, a poor use of my time.