The Agathas (The Agathas, #1)

by Kathleen Glasgow

the Castle. It’s on the west side of the road, set on ten acres, the biggest parcel of land on the cliff side of the highway. It was built by Brooke’s great-grandfather about eighty years ago as a residence for their family. It sits on the ocean side of Highway 1, with a veranda that has a gigantic outdoor pool and sweeping views of the Pacific Ocean. The public is only allowed in certain rooms of the Castle, but because of the various parties over the years I’ve seen it all—and it’s literally insane. Like, tall, stained-glass windows, an ornate indoor pool with mermaid fountains that spit water, and more bedrooms than I can count. Back in the day, Brooke’s great-grandfather used to hold court there, throwing these elaborate weekend-long parties and inviting all the entertainment industry people up from LA. Tons of movie stars used to hang out there, and at least one of them died under mysterious circumstances. It’s been here since before Castle Cove was even really a town, and all the property on the cliff side of the road used to belong to it—according to what I’ve heard from Kennedy, at one point it had like one hundred acres, all to itself. Legend has it that Brooke’s great-grandmother used to have a zoo on the property, with llamas and tigers and everything.

Lmao wait is this place inspired by Hearst castle lmfao

“And when did you leave the party?” He cuts me off again. God, this man is frustrating. Hercule Poirot never treated his interviewees like this, and he was so pompous that Agatha Christie couldn’t stand him. And she created him.

Ok this Christie obsession is weird

The characters don’t feel fleshed out, rather a handful of characteristics in a trench coat. Alice is obsessed with Christie and faked her own disappearance for revenge. Iris is poor so she’s trying to solve a crime. And tbh the motivation for Alice isn’t really strong enough for me

There are an awful lot of morally gray areas to being a detective.

THERE SHOULDNT BE

“Let’s lay down some ground rules. First of all, I’m Steve’s lawyer. Second, I don’t know any of you. Except for Iris. And Moneybags here. I never saw you, you never saw me. Agreed?”

There’s no way a lawyer would show up at a teens house for basically a murder board slumber party and share info