THE GAME IS AFOOT

A divorced single mother opts for sleuthing over therapy.

After “getting sucked into the dark, dangerous world of the PTA and becoming an amateur detective for a few weeks,” Mavis Miller—mom to almost eight-year-old Pearl—knows she should rest. And she will, just as soon as she convinces her boss to promote her. Then she’ll finally have the breathing room she needs to focus on herself. Sure, she signed Pearl up for scouting, theater, and club soccer, but her ex-husband, drummer Corey, recently gave up his touring career in order to co-parent Pearl. Things might be a little awkward between Corey and Mavis’ new boyfriend, Knoll Elementary school psychologist Jack Cohen, but she’s choosing not to worry about that right now. When Mavis “rage-quit[s]” her job after her well-paid supervisor denies her a raise due to budget woes, she intends to use the extra time to recenter. Then someone fatally poisons Pearl’s soccer coach during a game. Police question Corey, who supplied the team’s snacks, prompting a panicked Mavis to repurpose her gratitude journal as a suspect list. Jack suggests she’s using the investigation as an excuse to ignore what happened at work, but Corey is family—she has to protect him. If digging also serves as a distraction, "well, that’s just an added bonus.” Bryant at once gently lampoons momfluencers, “pushy MLM girlboss[es],” and other modern parenting stereotypes while granting those same characters agency and complexity. Mavis’ witty, increasingly manic first-person-present narration lends a solid sense of stakes to the multifaceted plot’s assorted mysteries, and her burgeoning love triangle injects a fizz of romantic tension. Laugh-out-loud humor shares the page with candid conversations about race and mental health. (“I know self-care is, like, a thing. But it seems like it’s only okay for these white ladies to rest and self-care.”) This is a series with legs.

Madcap suburban intrigue with a soupçon of self-help.