If I weren't so invested in finding out if I'm right about 'whodunit', I would have stopped reading. It's the first time I've broken a spine on a book in 32 years as I am most aggrieved. This is unlikely to be anything other than a pan at this rate.
I don't know if this is meant as a commentary or if it's part of the author's actual belief system, but I'm not down with normalizing killing people over a few four letter words and some nipples (which, Billy the EIGHT year has two of). Actually, this sort of defines the main character. She's more concerned about her blog/baking/the murder than her daughter. Could just be me, but it's coming off as an instruction manual for bad parenting.
No Farm, No Foul | 
