3.5 
 Irene Glasson is a new reporter at a third-rate gossip rag in 1930s LA. On assignment at the famous Burning Cover Hotel, Irene stumbles upon a scandal that could make her career. A scandal involving Hollywood elite and murder. As Irene tries to dig deeper into the mystery, she comes up against the Hotel owner Oliver Ward. 
 Oliver is a former magician-turned-hotel owner after he almost died performing one of his illusions. He's always been able to read people pretty well. That's why he knows there's more to Irene Glasson than meets the eye. To find out what the reporter is hiding from he situates himself within her investigation into the murder scandal. 
 What they both discover is, in Hollywood, some will fight for fame by any means possible. 
 Probably the thing I love the most about The Girl Who Knew Too Much is the setting. 1930s Hollywood complete with actors, assistants, studios, fixers. The whole nine yards in what many consider the Golden Age of Hollywood. While I'm not savvy enough to spot any historical accuracies (or inaccuracies) I think that the feeling of this era is genuinely captured. Especially that behind all the glitz and glamour there's a more sinister side. 
 Where the story went wrong for me was having too many mysteries to solve. We are aware from the very beginning that something in Irene's past is chasing her, literally. Then add to this the fact that she stumbles upon this murder which opens up a whole new can of worms for the burgeoning reporter and it's just too much. And as the murder mystery spins the coincidences keep coming and one mystery, as is expected, ends up overshadowing the other, thereby calling into question the actual need for the multiple plot lines. 
 I will say that I enjoy the twist that Amanda Quick puts on the ending, in more ways than one. 
 For the romance aspect. I kind of like the slow build up between Oliver and Irene. I would have liked things to have been a little more heated between them, but I wasn't completely opposed to how Amanda Quick decided to write their romance. Depsite this story more than likely being shelved under romance, I don't think it was the main focus. Instead the mystery(ies) took center stage here. I think it speaks to the fact that Irene, questionable past and everything, is an independent woman. She has to rely on herself first, which I really admired in this story, and the romance, for her, is happily secondary. 
 I see potential where this could be turned into a series. Maybe not all featuring Irene and Oliver, but there's quite the interesting cast of secondary characters. 
 *ARC provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.