This is he twenty-first century, she tells herself. I’m an Englishwoman with a husband, a Debenhams store card, and a kilo of fresh tagliatelle in the freezer. Everything will be all right. The writing didn’t really improve, and it’s obvious that a man wrote this book. I don’t even remember a lot of the plot. I was kinda bored but I will read the last book just to know how it ends. Eve and Villanelle finally met and are on the run together.