I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
But this was just too much.
It was well written, and the sarcasm was funny - the banter was as well.
It was just too much of it there. Every conversation. Every single one.
I did get that Mary used it to hide her feelings and protect herself. But it got annoying fast.
It made her appear immature and, well, annoying.
The strange on-off-story with the police officer was mostly uninteresting.
The crime plot was ok, but why the police didn't get in on their own? It wasn't exactly totally exotic...