Spoilers - This story is not great in a number of disappointing ways, and some of them involve spoilers.
I liked the premise. The writing was decent (except the POV issues I'll discuss later). The subject matter of a mystery in a bookshop, made me think of Mr. Prenumbra's 24 Hour Book Shop. It was not.
1. Everyone in this book is an asshole. Every. Last. One.
Selfish and stupid and lying for no good reason. More on this in item 2, below.
2. Miranda was dense. She's supposed to be a book person, having spent all of her summers off from teaching reading books, a love of reading that goes back to this bookshop and her "uncle" Billy. He left her clues to solve related to books. They were easy, especially in a contemporary novel where the internet exists. And she struggled with them for MONTHS. How many weeks did it take her to figure out Frankenstein? That's where she lost me, when she couldn't figure out Frankenstein. And this allegedly "literate" person doesn't recognize Jane Austen from the name Fitzwilliam? Moron.
After we've established that Miranda is so dumb she couldn't navigate her way out of a damp paper bag, we get to the "big mystery" that Billy's treasure hunt is having her unveil. Only, I figured out the big secret more than a 100 pages before Miranda's slow turning of the mental cogs. So boring to watch her not figure it out. Yes, Billy was your DAD, not your uncle, and you were raised by your aunt and uncle, not your parents. Dolt.
And why the heck did it take her MONTHS and a freaking clue in a book to tell he to track down Lee, the former manager of the bookshop who knew all about Billy from back when Miranda was a child. She remembered Lee, who had called her mom when she showed up looking for Billy that last time when she was 12. Oh no, let's not try to find Lee. Let's sit on our ass all summer not looking for him instead. But then, I would have skipped 8 steps ahead on this little treasure hunt of pain. Because I'm not dense like Miranda and don't have the patience for all of this bullshit. It took her all of 10 minutes to find him when she finally got pointed in the right direction to look, but it was obvious to the readers that Lee was the key from the Prologue, which for this book had a pretentious title of Epigraph because Prologue wasn't enough of a pretense for this book. Lee could have told her straight out. As could Billy, either before he died, like a human being would do, so she'd have a chance to know him as her father, or afterwards in his will like a normal person who doesn't set up demented treasure hunts to torture his whole family after his death.
Which leads me back to point 1 again. All of the people in this book are assholes. According to the timeline in this book (which is also jacked up, see below), Miranda is 28 years old. How long is her "mom" and "dad" going to continue with this lie? Until Miranda is eligible for social security? Extended infancy is a problem these days, but this, she's 28! Tell her already. It was stupid enough they hadn't told her at her 12th birthday when everything hit the fan. She would have understood then. I have a 12-year-old son. They are not nearly as dense as Miranda's character here. Normal people would have told her then. Or when she turned 18. or 21? or graduated and moved across the country. NO, we'll keep lying forever because we're all ASSHOLES. There is no other logical explanation for everyone in her life to keep lying for decades.
3. Not only is everyone an asshole, they have really no clue about money and the finances involved in running a small business. I MIGHT have been able to forgive the book these First World Problem oversights if the rest had made more sense, but nope, I'm not.
Follow me here. The bookshop is losing money. They will need to shutter the door and declare bankruptcy and liquidate the assets, ,with all the employees losing their jobs. Unless they can turn it around and find new revenue sources AND/OR cut expenses.
Wait, there is no discussion of cutting expenses. In fact, dumbass Miranda quits her job and then, what, starts drawing a salary and benefit from the failing business? As a 28-year-old adult, she can't get medical coverage from her parents AND you don't get unemployment when you quit your job becuase you want to hang out with books, WHEEE!. Real life, people, takes a freaking salary unless you're already wealthy. And her parents seem pretty well off, but if Miranda is also, then, um, there's the money you need for the business.
What else should people do while this business (which, mind you, is in global decline, bookstores, thanks to online retailers) is trying to get into the black and afford to keep running?
Let's buy MLB tickets to Dodger games! Wait, Miranda had already talked about how the employees at the bookshop are making low wages (teacher level low - the horror!). So Malcolm is buying these pricey tickets - he had SEASON TICKETS. Those cost thousands of dollars. He's making very little money. Billy was losing money. But yeah, when things start going well for Miranda and Malcolm, why not, let's buy more tickets to Dodger games, because that's where small business owners and managers spend their evenings, not AT THEIR STORE which is open during the evening. So annoying.
Oh, what else ludicrous thing should a struggling business do? Yes, let's change the name of the store. Let's go through the completely unnecessary work and EXPENSE of filing a new name, changing all the records with all the government agencies, getting new signs, stationery, change your ads, change your online social media which they had JUST GOT GOING under Prospero. Dumbasses.
So they have one party and they suddenly don't have money problems any more and Miranda and Malcolm can hire extra staff (besides their own salaries, which are large enough to be Dodgers season ticket holders) to work all the nights they are out not running the store. Whatever.
4. Never has an allegedly middle class person cared less about a job or money than Miranda. She quits her teaching job on short notice because the STORE can support her? But then, she finds every excuse to not be working at the store. And, let's not forget, Dodger games with the store manager? That whiff of privilege and disconnect to what people who actually need jobs to live experience was grating. I wish authors who had actually worked jobs could get more publishing contracts, as this is definitely a theme in traditionally published works, characters who have no clue what working a job entails.
5. Now let's get to the writing, which was pretty strong except for whatever in the world was happening with the POV perspective with the flashbacks that intruded in every chapter. I get it. Miranda is solving a mystery with all the clues leading to events that happened in the past. She is talking to people about the past, trying to solve the big f-ing mystery. Instead of, EVERYONE, her parents, Billy before he died, Malcolm, anyone with a brain just telling this grown ass adult the truth.
Anyway, the story is told in FIRST PERSON POV by Miranda. Which means we should only know what Miranda knows, sees, remembers, etc. But then she talks to these stories which lead to flashbacks. By THEM, not Miranda. These aren't her memories, but the people she's talking to. A normal writer would have the person tell the story in dialogue. Or cut to a different scene from a different POV. But NO, in this story we head hop on over to that person's memories without changing POV, back and forth like a freaking ping pong match. Over and over, as every chapter almost had one of these flashbacks. And, it's worse than that, because at one point, while talking to Lee, Miranda narrates a flashback of a scene between Billy and Evelyn in which there is no indication that Lee was there. So she's have a flashback of a flashback that Billy had told Lee? Seriously, terrible.
Then let's talk about the timeline just for a minute. It's hard to write contemporary, as publishers don't want writers to "set" a contemporary book in a specific year. But, the numbers are all there. The year in 2013. Miranda was born in 1985. Her uncle and mom fought in 1997 at Miranda's 12th birthday. They hadn't talked to him in 16 years. It's 2013. As if we can't do math, the letter from Billy to Miranda after he knew he was dying also supports this, as it was dated in 2012 when he got the diagonsis and set up this demented wild goose chase.
I get that trying to get a book published takes years. But, edit this shit, as this came out in 2018, five years after the "now" of the book. Pissed me off, as I was mad trying to figure out whether Miranda was 28 (12 + 16) or whether she was 32 (2018 - 1985) when I was decrying the immaturity and need for everyone to protect this 28 or 32 year old woman-child.
Not only is the timeline off, but the sense of timing is off. Near the end, there is a scene where Miranda is talking about the efforts to boost the bookshop's financials in September to meet their big October mortgage payment or whatever (they were frustratingly non-specific on this). She talks about a book event in which an author goes to her parents house - which makes zero sense. And then the author breaks a mirror and cuts himself. In Sept of 2013, right? And then she says the author told her dad he got a great idea for a book. And the book went on to win a Pulitzer. What? You're in Sept of 2013 and you know this as of yet unwritten book will in the future win a prize. Unnecessary and annoying as all get out given the other jumping around and nonsensical actions of the characters in this book.
It had so much potential from the premise. It could have used some editing and been more readable. But, I'm not sure I'll ever be all-in when the main plot is a treasure hunt for the truth which grown ass adults should just tell each other. I guess I am not the right demographic for this book.