I preferred the first half of this book where our obtuse narrator gives us the clues while maintaining her own cluelessness. But once the kindly (and conveniently related to a hotshot lawyer) doorman filled her in, it got overwrought and boring. thank goodness that section was short before the plot unleashed a sting - well structured so that we didn't see/hear the details in advance of their execution. but then the book kept going, and going. it wasn't just a button on the ending, it was a button on a button on a button. finally it's made clear why the plot keeps dragging their feet; she's the murdered, she's not the murdered. it's all fooey as we are lead to believe that 'my' truth and 'your' truth have a validity outside objective facts. And that the end justifies the means. nope, that's not a philosophy I can abide by.

p. 280: If the good people accept personal responsibility for exacting justice, would we not have a better chance of cleaning the entire world, of holding the liars, the cheaters, the users, and the abusers to account? To that I say: Hello? Midsommer is on the phone for you. and being sewn up in a bear and burned to death is not a serves-you-right punishment for cheating