Okay so this book was so terribly bad, I don't even know where to start, but I suppose let's begin with the obvious; this author has never met a cat. No one who's actually met one could describe it as ridiculously as this book does. Actually, it would be enough to watch a couple of videos on YouTube or hang on tiktok for a few minutes to know that this animal, whatever it's supposed to be, is not a cat. At all.

Second. Why the hell would the president himself be out doing his dirty work? I'm not gonna reveal if he really was the killer, if you decide to suffer through this book you'll find out yourself, but either way, no matter what he was doing at that house, it makes absolutely no sense that he'd be there doing it on his own. He would have people for that, for many reasons, number one being the one this book is trying to pull off. The president wouldn't risk being seen there. No matter what his reasons for the visit was.

Which brings us to the third thing that made me roll my eyes so hard, I'm not sure they'll ever return to their original position: why the fuck would The President HIMSELF pick up a dude who might have seen him at a crime scene, just to tell him a story about why he didn't do it? First off, that's not ever gonna happen, and second, who would buy it? "Yeah you saw me right before this woman was murdered but it wasn't me. Now I'm gonna drop you off and let you do your thing because this sounds perfectly plausible."

Nope. Not buying it.

And fourth. Shouldn't someone with a condition that makes it impossible to stay awake for more than an hour have some friends and family on speed dial? Someone who can come and pick them up if they happen to run out of time too far away from their home? No this dude, brilliant as he clearly is (I mean he got a cat he barely knew to play dead, he must be damn clever, this one), decides to sleep in trash containers and a dead woman's closet instead of calling someone to let them know that hey, I'm about to fall asleep could you come and make sure I'm still alive when my 23 hours are up?

This might seriously be the most ridiculous book I've ever read. I wish I could give if zero stars because it's really not worth any at all and I so wish the author would step forward with a "Hey guys, this book is a joke. All of it. I'm not really this dumb."

I'm not sure I would believe it, but at least I wouldn't have to keep wondering if a human being really could be this goddamn stupid.