My Rating:

Favorite Quotes:

Gossip was the way women like June Piedmont ran the world behind the scenes. When a man collected information, they called it intelligence. When a woman did it, they branded her a gossip. The work of the patriarchy.

The only thing rich people loved as much as their money was other rich people…

“You’re only saying that to be nice.” Juliette pressed a hand to her chest in genuine affront. “I never say anything to be nice, how dare you.”

The station was mostly dead in the wee hours, the fluorescent lighting lending a ghoulish glare to the man working the front desk. He looked like an extra in a zombie movie, mid-transformation.

I suppose you might have a point. A very specific, sharp-edged point.

My Review:

It took me more than a few beats to settle into this tale as the main character of Juliette wasn’t an endearing or likable one. Juliette was driven and had a cold and prickly personality, with, bonus, an acid tongue. So very not the type I would choose to share air with in real life, and would most likely go out of my way to avoid crossing her path. But I found this wily author’s wit to be clever and entertaining, and gradually felt some empathy toward her character’s predicament. Bit-by-bit, Juliette began to soften, and the ice queen started to melt. Her snark and inner musings were enviably top-shelf; I must give her high marks for that alone.