My name is Jules Hooker. I have lived through a few crappy moments in my life—and with a name like Hooker, you can just imagine—but nothing, nothing, compares to the two intensely and world-shatteringly crappy things that happened to me this last June.
Three, I guess, if you count Gilbert.
After my boyfriend dumped me on the day I thought he was going to propose, I’d have to say two other really bad things happened last June. The first would have to be the dead body I discovered in the rental house in France where I went to get over being dumped.
The second—and very possibly I should have led with this—was the dirty bomb that exploded over the Riviera throwing me and everyone else in France back to the 1950s.
So now I’m stranded here—trying to make a living by solving murders the old fashioned way — without help from DNA, databases, CSI crime labs or the police.
And I’m doing it in France.
Where I do not speak the language.
During the apocalypse.
Sound like fun?
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I could not finish the book. It is poorly written. At times it appears the author forgot what she had previously written. For instance, when she is being questioned by police about the body she found, Jules clearly says "her" referring to the body. A few paragraphs later, she says that she is glad she didn't mention to the cops that the body was a woman.
Later, Jules refers to the post apocalyptic world they are now in, yet just a few paragraphs later she is stunned to learn the outage is affecting other cities in France as well. It isn't until yet another paragraph or two that she learns it is indeed a post apocalyptic world.
I also found poor knowledge of punctuation.
I finally just gave up on reading this not so cozy mystery. I probably will not purchase more of this author's work. It is sloppy writing, and the book itself was maybe in a sixth grade level.