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Wednesday, March 5, 2008

What's Your Alibi?

Okay, so I'm reading a book about a woman who seemingly has it all...until the cops show up at her door one night to arrest her perfect doctor husband for murder. I've tried to ignore the brand name dropping because...after all, this is Beverly Hills, so yeah, I guess when you're following the cops to the precinct in the middle of the night, you're gonna notice right away if your shoes are Kate Spade's or Jimmy Choo's (insert sarcasm here.) When your husband's been arrested for murder, it's important that your hair's highlights look perfect (news cameras, dahling...) and you know exactly what brand of nail polish is on your daughter's fingers even if you weren't there when she did the manicure.

I'll forgive the bratty 14 year old daughter who needs a good swift kick in the whosits, and the genius son who compares the family's looming troubles to paper piled up toward the sun (huh?) as well as the 5 year old who's more window dressing than an integral part of the story. Oh, if only all 5 year olds were like this one, only popping in and out occasionally for a discussion way beyond his years, and then forgotten for the next 3 or 4 chapters...

What I can't forgive is that, throughout the story, AT NO TIME does this devoted wife/interior designer turned amateur sleuth ('cuz once again, the cops miss everything) ask her husband, "Where were you? Can you prove you weren't anywhere near this girl's apartment at the time the eyewitness places you and your car there?"

Umm...


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