Finding a book to read that you actually like, while also not being embarrassed of the title or cover, is sometimes pretty challenging. When I saw The Dead Girls Detective Agency by Suzy Cox, I wasn’t sure if this was going to be one of those instances. The cover features a girl lying on the grass, with fog, clouds, or whatever other spooky mists you can think of coming from the title. It’s not the best cover in the world. Yet, the title was intriguing, so I started to read. I don’t think I stopped reading it for about two days (it helped that I was on a trip to see my family riding in a car for ten hours).
The book begins mysteriously, as our main character, Charlotte, dies within the first chapter. As I said in my first review, if you have a main character that dies at the start, you have no story. I wasn’t sure about how a story would progress after killing off the main character. Though in The Dead Girls Detective Agency, I had a feeling from the start that the main characters would be dead.
Here are the “rules” in the book: If you’re a teen in New York and you get murdered, you have to go to this hotel and live there, investigating the “Living” to solve your own murder. You can’t get to the afterlife until you find the murderer and the murderer has confessed.
(The plot gets a hint of chick lit when Charlotte discovers her boyfriend started dating members of the cheerleading squad—right after her death. Not to mention the three girl ghosts that help her with the investigation: the geek, the mean girl, and the semi-airhead shopping addict. And, in today’s Young Adult Fiction market, a love triangle is the equivalent of a cherry on top of a sundae. Here’s the thing though, Charlotte’s love triangle consists of Charlotte, her “Living” boyfriend, and a bad boy ghost.)
Here are the rules for reading this book: Don’t make any plans for the next few days. If you’re anything like me, you’ll be basically ignoring anyone who tries to talk to you, reading until 2 o’clock in the morning, and hiding this book inside whatever huge textbook you’re supposed to be studying from.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.