Truly, Madly, Deadly is a fun read with a bit of a creepy edge. It’s not extremely thrilling, but has enough suspense to avoid getting lame. I guess I’d describe it as a movie you come across on the TV, decide to check it out and eventually get stuck and watch it ‘til the end. You’d hang lazy on the couch and get caught off guard so now and then. Do you get my drift…? ( )

Truly, Madly, Deadly is a novel about a girl whose boyfriend was abusive towards her, and he was recently killed in a car accident. After the accident, she receives an anonymous note saying "You're Welcome," which leads her to assume her boyfriend was murdered in her honor. Several other people who have done wrong by her also end up getting killed, and notes follow those deaths as well. She is determined to find out who the murderer is, as her social and family lives are suffering through these events. The murderer is revealed in the end, and the reveal was very surprising and caught me by surprise. I enjoyed this novel because I loved the intrigue and trying to guess who was responsible for these crimes. There were a few suspects who fit the picture, but thankfully the author was still able to surprise us in the end and it wasn't too predictable. ( )

Fast paced. Good plot. ( )

This was a good mystery for older teens. You can't go wrong with stalking, murder, creepy teachers, bitchy mean girls, and romance all in one book! The ending was a total surprise to me. ( )

"Well, Goodreads, I'm finished", I say, scratching my head.

Mr. Goodreads looks at me through his steepled fingers. "Well, how do you rate it?"

"I don't know. The narration had some mishaps, so I can't say this is what 'perfect awesomeness' should be."

"What about 'imperfect awesomeness'?"

I frown, taking a moment to think about how many kinds of awesomeness can exist in the universe. Mr. Goodreads unlaces his fingers and starts to tap softly on my ebook reader.

"What the hell, just give me a number!", he shouts, losing his patience abruptly.

I quickly snatch my reader away.

"Uhm… how about 'awesome imperfection'—", I begin.

"Just give me a damn number!"

"Ok, ok… how about four?" I raise my hands placatingly.

He stares at me, keeping perfectly still. "Why not five?"

Why does he always have to make a fuss like that? Can't he accept whatever number I give him and leave it at that?

"There were parts where the story didn't flow smoothly. You know, like when a character is supposedly sitting at home but suddently starts fidgeting with the blinkers on his car, and you wonder where does one have blinkers at home, and then when the hell did he get in the car, and then you remember he doesn't have a car, and then—"

"Stop! Stop right now." He rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath. I think it sounds suspiciously like 'pedantic bitch'. But surely I misheard. ( )