I love this book! I'm going to read the first book in this series, so I'll be ready when the third book comes out. There was humor galore in this story. I love Zephyr; she's a cool concierge when there's danger in the hotel (there are quite a few reasons for why this book is called "Hotel No Tell"). Ms. Uviller is great with the one-liners, and the parody within a parody circumstances with which her junior detective finds herself involved. This was an easy read in terms of enjoyment as well as a good plot-driven story. There are, however, subplots running around which spring forth from the first book; not enough to ensure a reader goes and buys that book first to read, but rather reveal tantalizing pieces to guarantee at least a look at the first book before the second book is finished.
Can an author build upon perfection? Definitely, as this is only the second book, and I'm rooting for at least ten more books in this series. That being said, if you like interesting plots, plot twists, or unique characters, this is the book for you!
The smart and sassy detective Zephyr Zuckerman is now armed and undercover in a Greenwich Village hotel where mysteries—from garbage-grabbing guests to the reservation system—lurk around every corner.
Now working as a junior detective with the New York City Special Investigations Commission, Zephyr’s gone incognito as a concierge to find out who laundered a hundred grand off the hotel books—and why. But the discovery of a prone, flush-faced guest gasping for air in room 502 only hints at the sinister goings-on inside this funky establishment. While the rapid response of the fire department leads to a sweaty date with a smooth-talking, rock-climbing rescue worker, Zephyr finds herself even more hot and bothered by an attempted murder on her watch. Could the smart-mouthed Japanese yenta across the hall know more than she’s telling? How are cryptic phone calls from a mysterious corporation linked to the victim in 502?
Under pressure and overwhelmed, Zephyr soon finds that a concierge cover is no protection in a place where crime, like the city itself, never sleeps.