Everyone Who Can Forgive Me Is Dead by Jenny Hollander

 

A waste of a great title. I got eighty-eight pages in, before I reached my limit on charmlessly despicable characters (all of the characters in the book are charmlessly despicable with the possible exception of the younger sister with Down Syndrome, who's across the Atlantic) and obviously intentionally dishonest narrators who still feel the need to be coy about it, and an authorial voice that started as kinda bad and by the time I tapped out was like nails on a blackboard. The prologue ending with a glaring grammatical error was a clue, and I didn't need to finish the garbage book to learn it this time. Yay, me.