I don’t know if dating in one’s mid-thirties is truly as grim as this murder mystery portrays, but if it’s even 10% as dire, I’m very sorry for the people who have to undergo it.
Sydney, a 34-year-old accountant, is desperate to get married. She reminded me of the old Soviet joke where a man strikes up a conversation with two women at a village dance.
“Where do you work?” one woman asks.
“Nowhere yet,” the man replies. “I’ve only just been released from jail where I served a 15-year term for murdering and dismembering my wife.”
The woman’s eyes light up.
“He’s single!” she whispers excitedly to her friend.
Sydney and her friends are at that level of desperation. She’d disregard every warning sign as long as there’s a sliver of hope for a relationship. This leads her straight into a serial killer’s orbit but the murders are not as scary as the vagaries of single life.
A very enjoyable book but only if you are safely and comfortably married. Otherwise, I don’t recommend, even though the mystery plotting is pretty solid.
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Desperate remedies?
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What is an aerial killer anyways? Does this guy use drones? Or involved parkour routines?
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A normal person would manage to point out a typo without this sad attempt at sarcasm but it would be too much to expect normal behavior from you.
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