Jennifer Crusie’s Faking It has the perfect title, about 1/4 to 1/3 too many characters, and a poorly-integrated murder (my brief notes to myself on it read, “[murderer’s name]???!”, as in, you must be kidding). This is the art forgery & fraud one (among many other meanings of faking), with Davy Dempsey from Welcome to Temptation (which I also wasn’t crazy about). I’m beginning to think there are two kinds of Crusies, ones with nasty stuff that jars, and ones without (either it doesn’t jar, or it isn’t there). While I read this fast over a few lunches, I’m still pretty sure that there really was not any particular need for a murder in this book.