If it doesn't bring you joy...get rid of it before it drags you into a murder investigation.
In Ephron's (You'll Never Know Dear, 2017, etc.) latest clever crime novel, professional organizer Emily Harlow has made uneasy peace with her lawyer husband Frank's extreme garage-sale–ing. As their story opens, she's in her bedroom making a promotional video about closet decluttering; he's downstairs unloading more boxes of junk into a basement already stuffed with his collections. The irony is not lost on her. But with fertility issues already putting stress on the childless marriage, both partners immerse themselves in their separate activities rather than face off directly. Conveniently, Emily's business, Freeze-Frame Clutter Kickers, has gotten so busy that she and her business partner, Becca, have had to start working weekends. First they have an elderly client who urgently needs them to clean out the storage unit where her late husband kept his collections. Then a wealthy woman whose controlling husband has never let her move her stuff into his showplace mansion, the walls of which are covered with his priceless collections, offers to pay them double if they can come over right away. Everyone's a collector, right? But this is a little more than the skewed perspective of a Marie Kondo devotee—something is rotten in the storage unit. But Emily hasn't done anything wrong—so why do people keep telling her they've got her back? Ephron's tidy approach to stowing clues, arousing suspicions, keeping the chaos of the climax under control, then tying up loose ends makes her a professional organizer of this type of entertainment.
In a word—neat.