Hercule Poirot she ain't, but that doesn't stop fashionista zombie Amanda Feral from jumping on the case! Amanda's back and serving up her deliciously bitchy snark in the oh-so-talented Henry's wildly bizarre whodunit. No one can match Henry when it comes to gross and hilariously twisted shenanigans. Warning: Humor-induced snorting will occur!

With her ad agency tanking and owing big bucks to the Reapers, Amanda is just desperate enough to consider participating in lecherous wood nymph Johnny Birch's new reality show, American Minions.

But the minions, a wild assortment of fame junkies that range from a hairy white-trash stripper and a trannie werewolf to vamps and zombies, barely get the cameras rolling before Johnny is found murdered in a locked room. To save the show (and her paycheck), Amanda insists the show must go on, only now she will star as the intrepid detective uncovering the truth about Johnny's gruesome death. Will those Agatha Christie novels Amanda reads give her any tips, especially about surviving until the big reveal? (KENSINGTON, Mar., 320 pp., $15.00)

Reviewed by: 
Jill M. Smith