I came upon this book through a recommendation list and was unhealthily excited about it. Girls escaping a sick kidnapper with a penchant for butterflies? Sounds thrilling indeed. And the book did deliver to some points; I’m not saying it’ll squeeze you in a suspenseful grip, but it presents a chilling tale of girls and monsters.
I received a review copy of this book from Netgalley for an honest review.
This mystery/thriller promises serial killers, bloodhound journalists, and tragic promiscuous women. How exciting, how scandalous! The book delivers to a point, but it doesn’t really live up to my expectations.
After my slightly traumatic experience with Dangerous Girls, I decided to…yep, read Dangerous Boys! This time, I came prepared, muahahaha! Y’all know what they say, “fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…” Oh, well. Let’s just say I left nobody out of the suspect list.
I love Sherlock Holmes. It may be one of the few fandoms that I actually belong to. That said, it’s unsurprising I gobble up whatever Sherlock pastiche thrown my way. Earlier this year I heard another Sherlockian book’s coming out, and the synopsis promised so much! Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty? A female Moriarty? Gimme!