During their Christmas festivities, Brooklyn receives a phone call from one of her good friend’s Claire in Scotland. She announces she’s getting married on New Year’s Day and wants Brooklyn and her family to be there to be their witness. While there, Claire also tells Brooklyn that twelve Christmas books have gone missing from their Scottish castle library, and she’d like Brooklyn to help solve the case. But amongst the missing books, a murder is afoot and they must find the killer along with the missing books. This novel was a mess in terms of what this wanted to be. It starts off chaotic and continued all the way through in that manner. Nothing about this felt realistic, and even suspending our disbelief for the story got too hard when the author would pick up a plot, then slowly forget about it for something else, then randomly bring it back. The fact that the title was about the books and this novel chose to focus on the murder that randomly happened speaks to how unorganized this was. As soon as the murder happened, the book mystery went out the window. Everything about this felt so random, the phone call to be in Scotland ASAP was odd, everyone just being okay with going there right away; then asking to find missing books and then to add a murder on top of it all just made this exhausting to read trying to figure out this author’s train of thought. This honestly felt like a first draft for the concept of this novel. Nothing was fleshed out, even the characters were stale and boring. There was nothing about them that was memorable or original. They all felt caricatures of people and not actual expanded on characters. It made it hard to feel anything for them because they were just so dull. The writing in this was also nothing spectacular; the reader found it a bit repetitive and lacking substance. The only thing this reader found redeemable was the fact that this took place in a castle in Scotland, that was the best part of this; would not recommend. Maybe the rest of this series is better, but this Christmas story was not it.