If I were you, I would skip Not That I Could Tell by Jessica Strawser, even though the cover is amazing. The premise was promising, but it didn’t deliver – it was too predictable and not intense or alarming enough. It’s has been compared to Big Little Lies, but it’s not even close! From Amazon: “When a group of neighborhood women gathers, wine in hand, around a fire pit where their backyards meet one Saturday night, most of them are just ecstatic to have discovered that their baby monitors reach that far. It’s a rare kid-free night, and they’re giddy with it. They drink too much, and the conversation turns personal. By Monday morning, one of them is gone.” While I did finish it, I wish I hadn’t.