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Moderate: Domestic abuse, Drug use, Violence, Murder
Minor: Cursing
Graphic: Ableism, Bullying, Cancer, Death, Drug use, Eating disorder, Emotional abuse, Terminal illness, Toxic relationship, Trafficking, Death of parent, Murder, Gaslighting, Toxic friendship
Moderate: Addiction, Cursing, Torture, Violence, Medical content, Trafficking, Grief, Medical trauma, Deportation
Minor: Abandonment, Alcohol
Moderate: Infidelity, Murder, Gaslighting, Deportation
Minor: Cancer, Cursing, Drug abuse, Drug use, Racism, Xenophobia, Blood, Medical content, Trafficking, Alcohol, Injury/Injury detail, Classism
Moderate: Addiction, Bullying, Chronic illness, Cursing, Death, Drug abuse, Drug use, Infidelity, Misogyny, Racism, Sexism, Sexual content, Sexual violence, Suicide, Terminal illness, Toxic relationship, Violence, Blood, Trafficking, Grief, Death of parent, Murder, Gaslighting, Toxic friendship, Alcohol, Dysphoria, Injury/Injury detail, Classism, Deportation
Graphic: Bullying
Moderate: Cursing, Drug abuse, Drug use, Suicide
Minor: Deportation
Minor: Cursing
Moderate: Addiction, Alcoholism, Bullying, Cancer, Chronic illness, Cursing, Death, Domestic abuse, Drug abuse, Drug use, Infidelity, Mental illness, Physical abuse, Terminal illness, Violence, Medical content, Grief, Death of parent, Murder, Gaslighting, Alcohol, Injury/Injury detail, Classism, Deportation
Moderate: Ableism, Bullying, Confinement, Cursing, Death, Drug use, Physical abuse, Grief, Murder, Gaslighting
Minor: Racism, Alcohol
Molly Gray is a national treasure and I will not be accepting dissent. She’s awkward, literal, meticulous, and an absolute masterclass in characterization. I could describe her to a friend in painful detail—the bob haircut parted down the middle, her deep love for cleaning, her confusion with social cues, her literal-mindedness that veers dangerously close to heartbreaking. I cared about Molly so much I wanted to reach into the pages and give her a snack and a therapist. Even the secondary characters—Mr. Preston, Giselle, Rodney the snake—were memorable and served more than just background wallpaper duties. They added to the plot, her evolution, and the web of deceit she’s untangling in the most “please stop trusting everyone” way possible.
The Regency Grand Hotel is basically its own character, dripping in “old money” class and gleaming marble. I could practically smell the lemon polish on Molly’s perfectly stocked maid’s trolley. The Art Deco details, the hushed elegance of the hallways, the sense of being watched but invisible at the same time—it all screamed cozy mystery with teeth. The tone fit like a silk glove: behind all that polish was tension, secrets, and the quiet horror of being underestimated.
Nita Prose’s prose (yes, it’s on the nose) is charming and deceptively simple. Molly’s first-person narration is consistent, endearing, and a bit maddening—in the best way. I never got lost, never felt like I was being lectured, and never doubted who Molly was or how she saw the world. The balance between inner monologue and action was spot-on. Prose pulled off a delicate tightrope act: giving Molly a unique voice without making her a caricature.
Let’s not pretend this was the twistiest whodunit in the genre. It wasn’t. But I wasn’t there for a brain-bending thriller. I was there for character and justice. The pacing was decent, though a bit saggy in the middle (like the second act forgot it had places to be). The mystery of Charles Black’s death, Molly’s arrest, and the web of lies and misjudgments did come together in a satisfying way—even if the resolution felt just a touch too tidy. But did I cheer when Molly got her revenge-by-cleanliness? You bet your vacuum I did.
I was hooked from Molly’s opening monologue about being your invisible maid who knows all your secrets. I kept turning pages not because I had to know whodunit, but because I needed to know Molly would be okay. I was invested in her job, her loneliness, her fierce belief in etiquette, and her heartbreak over being constantly misunderstood. I chose reading this over actual social interaction, which is saying something.
The book rides a fine line between clever and convenient. Most of the time, characters made choices that felt true to who they were—Molly’s trust issues (and trust misfires) were painfully consistent. But some plot elements asked for a bit too much suspension of disbelief—like, really? A gun in a vacuum? And we’re not checking maids’ carts during a murder investigation? Okay, sure. Relationships like the one with Giselle felt both touching and maddeningly messy—which was the point, I think.
Did I love it? Heck yes. Was it a perfect book? Nah. But it was a deeply enjoyable one, with a protagonist I won’t forget and enough emotional resonance to lift it far above average. I laughed, I teared up, I wanted to slap half the hotel staff. And I would 100% recommend it to anyone who likes mysteries with heart, heroines with quirks, and a little soap-scum satire on the side.
Graphic: Death, Murder
Moderate: Emotional abuse, Infidelity, Grief, Classism
Minor: Cursing, Violence, Police brutality, Alcohol
But it should be noted; I don’t usually read mysteries so perhaps that bias has soured my enjoyment as well.
Graphic: Addiction, Bullying, Cursing, Death, Drug abuse, Drug use, Grief, Murder, Abandonment, Alcohol, Classism