The Dead Girls Book Club by Zia Rayyan… oh. emm. gee. I have words, unfortunately, and none of them are particularly kind. I wanted to love this book. The premise had me fully hooked. Secretive women? A creepy book club? Murder? Sign me up immediately. But the execution? Whew. This thing was choppier than an episode of Hell’s Kitchen during dinner service. The perspective bounced around so much I started feeling like a literary ping-pong ball. ...
