Devi Nair
📱📖 Read on Kindle 📃 315 pages ⏱ Read time: 4 hours 🏷️ Publisher: Penguin 📅 Publication Date: May 7, 2026 ⭐⭐ My Rating 🎁 ARC provided by NetGalley
I walked into Shrink Solves Murder expecting amateur sleuths with actual skills, maybe some therapeutic wisdom sprinkled in like literary seasoning. The opening delivered exactly that. Patricia’s psychological insights were the standout here. The way she reads people, picks up on subtle behavioral cues, and filters everything through a therapist’s lens added a fresh twist to the genre. It felt smart, a little witty, and full of promise. When her patient Henry Clayton dies under suspicious circumstances and the police wave it off as suicide, Pat's instinct to question authority felt earned, not contrived. Her partnership with Prichard, charming village infiltrator and questionable home-brew enthusiast, promised delightful amateur detective dynamics.
But then… the pace just stalled. Around the 40% mark, the story slowed to a crawl. Not the atmospheric, simmering kind, more like nothing-is-happening and I’m-checking-my-progress-bar kind. The momentum from the opening chapters faded, and I found myself struggling to stay engaged. With so many books waiting, this one lost me before it could deliver on its strong premise.
📱📖 Read on Kindle 📃 315 pages ⏱ Read time: 4 hours 🏷️ Publisher: Penguin 📅 Publication Date: May 7, 2026 ⭐⭐ My Rating 🎁 ARC provided by NetGalley
I walked into Shrink Solves Murder expecting amateur sleuths with actual skills, maybe some therapeutic wisdom sprinkled in like literary seasoning. The opening delivered exactly that. Patricia’s psychological insights were the standout here. The way she reads people, picks up on subtle behavioral cues, and filters everything through a therapist’s lens added a fresh twist to the genre. It felt smart, a little witty, and full of promise. When her patient Henry Clayton dies under suspicious circumstances and the police wave it off as suicide, Pat's instinct to question authority felt earned, not contrived. Her partnership with Prichard, charming village infiltrator and questionable home-brew enthusiast, promised delightful amateur detective dynamics.
But then… the pace just stalled. Around the 40% mark, the story slowed to a crawl. Not the atmospheric, simmering kind, more like nothing-is-happening and I’m-checking-my-progress-bar kind. The momentum from the opening chapters faded, and I found myself struggling to stay engaged. With so many books waiting, this one lost me before it could deliver on its strong premise.