Mystery-thriller fluff, but a half-step up from the rock-bottom mass-market airport pulp. Maybe I only think that because I know it's written by Kate White, editor-in-chief of Cosmopolitan, and I feel like that confers some kind of reflected intellectual glow. Yes, it's Cosmo, not Harper's, but I haven't met a dumb E-I-C yet. Although, to be fair, I don't know many who work at the glossies.
Anyway, the point is, this book was just that much better than crap that I finished it. In this one, freelance writer and sleuth Bailey Weggins investigates a murder at a spa owned by a family friend.
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