Good Girl, Bad Blood

“But sometimes my mouth starts saying words without checking with my brain first.”

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Good girl, bad blood


Holly Jackson

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Pip is not a detective anymore.

With the help of Ravi Singh, she released a true-crime podcast about the murder case they solved together last year. The podcast has gone viral, yet Pip insists her investigating days are behind her.

But she will have to break that promise when someone she knows goes missing. Jamie Reynolds has disappeared, on the very same night the town hosted a memorial for the sixth-year anniversary of the deaths of Andie Bell and Sal Singh.

The police won’t do anything about it. And if they won’t look for Jamie then Pip will, uncovering more of her town’s dark secrets along the way… and this time everyone is listening. But will she find him before it’s too late?

My review

First off, I feel like I need to say triggerwarning. Because this book has some major ones. For me that was okay, and the way that Holly Jackson wrote about them, it was perfect! Pip has sworn off being a detective, but one of her best friends go missing. Knowing Pip, from the first book, this is something she can’t just not involve in. This book is fast paced, has an amazing sub plot and I just love Pip and the way she handles things. Okay, maybe it’s not the best way to handle things, but I love it. I love Pip, and Ravi. I did not support all of their descisions, since I would have handled some things way different. But hey, this book is another great read and I need more.

My favorite quotes

“But sometimes my mouth starts saying words without checking with my brain first.”

“And, finally, to all the girls who’ve ever been doubted or not believed. I know how that feels. These books are for all of you.”

“It was in nightmares, and crashing pans, and heavy breaths, and dropped pencils, and thunderstorms, and closing doors, and too loud, and too quiet, and alone and not, and the ruffle of pages, and the tapping of keys and every click and every creak. The gun was always there. It lived inside her now.”


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