You shouldn’t need to wait for the murderer’s confession to realize quite how despicable the victim was. Apart from that, my major objection was Kate’s fiancé, Wayne. Fine, he’s not gorgeous. Homely. Yeah, yeah, I got it. But we heard so much about his low eyebrows—“his eyes were lost under the cliff of his low brows”—that he started looking like a Neanderthal in my mind’s eye. Almost a surprise she never mentioned his knuckles dragging on the ground.Scenario: high school reunion. Year of graduation: same as mine. Make me feel old? Only because it was a twenty-fifth reunion and the book is now twenty years old…