Daphne Maritch
inherits the yearbook that the class of 1969 dedicated to her mother,
their teacher. Attending every class reunion of that year’s class,
her mom dashed off judgment calls in that yearbook, while alienating
her family further. Daphne has no use for it and tosses it in
recycling, only to discover her neighbor has rescued it and has
documentary plans for it, focusing on her mother’s life. In her
attempt to repossess it, Daphne learns exactly how much she didn’t
know about her mother, and how much better her father knows her than
she realized. Secrets explode, Daphne explodes…romance ensues.
Lipman creates a
character whose complexity makes her less endearing than interesting,
leading dear reader to enjoy her ups and downs from outside the
emotions, yet still root for her as she makes terrible life
decisions. Choices made by all family members in the past reverberate
in the presence, causing confusion and offering challenging choices.
The integrity of the characters remains resolute as they fluffercate
over “9/10 of the law” and “right to know.” This is an
absolutely FUN story, whipping back and forth in allegiances, and up
and down in storyline. I was fortunate to receive a copy of this
fabulous book from the publisher Houghton Mifflin Harcourt through a
Goodreads giveaway.
A sleeping sickness befalls the little college town of Santa Lora, CA, starting with Mei’s roommate Kara, prompting a quarantine of their dorm. Quickly overwhelmed, the hospital sets up the children who succumb in the public library. The patients wake up in random order with time span and chronology confusion, or they never wake up—dying or coming to consciousness days, weeks, months after succumbing. Mei becomes part of the relief effort by those immune to the illness. Thompson Walker brilliantly moves in and out of the epidemic containment through cordon sanitaire and the sleepers’ astonishingly realistic dreams. Graphic descriptions of virtual long lives lived for decades and anomalies that persist after awakening draw the reader into the deep wells of grief and confusion of those who wake to a lesser reality. The frustrated anger and desperation of family and friends prevented from contacting loved ones is credibly shown by such irrational actions as climbing the quarantine fence and rushing the police. The author references other such unusual occurrences, and how conspiracy theories can easily form from a frightening epidemic never diagnosed by doctors. It brings to mind the sleepy sickness brought on by the Spanish flu epidemic of the early 20th century, whose victims remained catatonic for decades. I was fortunate to receive a copy of this well-written, wonderfully told novel from the publisher Random House through a Goodreads giveaway.
Anna Roux’s life changed drastically when her husband moved them
from Paris to the American Midwest. Her profession as a dancer fades
to history, and she disappears inside herself, despair manifesting as
anorexia. In a holiday visit home, her family’s shocked reaction to
her appearance prompts her husband to commit her to a strict program
at 17 Swann Street, where Anna learns the hard way to eat again.
There’s so much more going on than Anna feeling fat, so much
involved in succumbing to an insidious disease. Zgheib carefully
maneuvers through the complexity of her character’s inner turmoil.
As a contributing factor as well as an integral part of Anna’s
support system, her husband is explored through his emotional roller
coaster, denial, and finally, tough love response to her illness.
This story paints a
detailed description of a unique life with an unfortunately common
disease, where one cannot point to any one action as a causation.
Readers with no connection to this illness still will reel from the
pain of a young woman who feels out of control of her own life, who
cannot reconcile her less than desirable circumstances with the love
she feels for her husband, sympathizing with her as she is forced to
confront the voice of anorexia telling her that she is not enough.
The slow, challenging journey is well told by a talented writer. This
is a must-read for the awareness and understanding it brings. If
anorexia has touched your life in any way, offer this story to
friends and family. Even if it hasn’t, read and share for the
compassion invoked.
Yara Zgheib’s poetic and poignant debut novel is a haunting portrait of a young woman’s struggle with anorexia on an intimate journey to reclaim her life.
The chocolate went first, then the cheese, the fries, the ice cream. The bread was more difficult, but if she could just lose a little more weight, perhaps she would make the soloists’ list. Perhaps if she were lighter, danced better, tried harder, she would be good enough. Perhaps if she just ran for one more mile, lost just one more pound.
Anna Roux was a professional dancer who followed the man of her dreams from Paris to Missouri. There, alone with her biggest fears—imperfection, failure, loneliness—she spirals down anorexia and depression till she weighs a mere eighty-eight pounds. Forced to seek treatment, she is admitted as a patient at 17 Swann Street, a peach pink house where pale, fragile women with life-threatening eating disorders live: women like Emm, the veteran; quiet Valerie; Julia, always hungry. Together, they must fight their diseases and face six meals a day. Every bite causes anxiety. Every flavor induces guilt. And every step Anna takes toward recovery will require strength, endurance, and the support of the girls at 17 Swann Street.
Yara Zgheib is a Fulbright scholar with a Masters degree in Security Studies from Georgetown University and a PhD in International Affairs in Diplomacy from Centre D’études Diplomatiques et Stratégiques in Paris. She is fluent in English, Arabic, French, and Spanish. Yara is a writer for several US and European magazines, including The Huffington Post, The Four Seasons Magazine, A Woman’s Paris, The Idea List, and Holiday Magazine. She writes on culture, art, travel, and philosophy on her blog, “Aristotle at Afternoon Tea” (http://www.aristotleatafternoontea.com/).
Toby disappears in front of his father’s eyes as they explore the overgrown path to the pond near their new home in the country. With parents fighting to salvage their marriage, Toby struggles to rescue himself from another boy whose soul resided in that pond. His mother inexplicably attributes frightful incidents to the other woman…until she sees the other boy in her son’s face. Through dubious grammar and awkward phrasing, the story holds its own as a classic horror tale of possession based on location and opportunity, with unwitting recipients focused elsewhere. Fans of scary stories with creepy kids, wild English countryside, and ghostly bodysnatchers will appreciate this book. I was fortunate to win it in a contest from the publisher Dark Chapter Press.
PI Cormoran Strike and Robin Ellacott share a moment right after her
vows to Matthew, coloring their detective partnership. A disturbed
young man caroms into Strike’s office to exclaim about a child
murder committed decades ago. Being hired by a politician to spy on a
colleague distracts them, but the possibility weighs on Cormoran’s
mind, as Robin goes undercover in Parliament. The non-case of the
wild story becomes entangled within the political investigation and a
dubious suicide. Meanwhile, Robin’s husband shows his true colors,
but her desire to be independent only prolongs the sexual tension
between partners.
Galbraith keeps a fast, at times frenetic, pace throughout the story, with the main characters exasperatingly and credibly human in their complexity. It’s fun to see inside the heads of the good guys when they have fleeting thoughts that are unrealistic / unreasonable, such as when Robin finds herself drawn in by the charm of their client’s tall, dark, and handsome “bad boy” son, a person of interest. Fourth in the Cormoran Strike series, it’s easily a standalone for the case story, but adds layers of nuance to the partnership. The inevitable transition in the nature of the relationship will change the dynamics and sadly may be the beginning of the end, unless Galbraith finds a way to pull it off. Let’s hope she…whoops, “he” can do so!
I received a copy of
this latest release in the series from St. Martin’s Press for an
honest review.
Amber goes on a blind date. Her date is blind. Literally blind. This
she knows. What she learns is that he’s in trouble, and she gets
pulled into it, dragging her two friends along by texting. At first,
she desires advice from two friends with wildly different
personalities. As the evening takes her to shady places she’d never
otherwise be, the story turns into a narration of unexpected events,
including druggie roommates, pill parties, and police evasion—all
through texts. It’s funnier still when the two friends argue via
texts. This is a clever story portraying the ubiquitous nature of
current technology use by those who grew up with it. It’s a fun
read for a little respite from the tedium (or tragedy) of life.
After Sylvia helps
deliver her first baby as an apprentice midwife, Meda, the mother,
leaves believing the baby died at the request of the father, her
wealthy, white employer. Meda tends to her grief by volunteering at
an orphanage, where she takes on the care of two babies and helps
raise them. Sylvia assuages her guilt by throwing herself into
nursing, obtaining a post at Lazaretto, the first quarantine hospital
in the U.S. Though from different socio-economic levels, Sylvia and
Meda’s lives brush upon each other slightly throughout the years,
though both women are unaware. A wedding party composed of black
employees at the Lazaretto is quarantined due to a yellow fever
scare. Sylvia must take charge of the ensuing chaos of racial
terrorism upon the group on the boat over to the island and deal with
white policemen whose purpose is unknown, but who are also
quarantined with the wedding party. Meda’s boys end up in the
middle and learn the truth of their mother.
McKinney-Whetstone
deftly portrays the precarious position of characters in a society
that considers them invisible at best, and how they must carefully
balance dignity with always a thought toward self-preservation.
Though the characters hold their integrity through actions, the
dialogue alternates between formal, stiff language without
contractions and colloquial dialect, seemingly randomly, and can be
distracting from the story. Systemic racism is nearly its own
character in the tale, as even refined, strong-willed Sylvia deems it
important to pamper the stranded detectives based on their color.
Readers of historical fiction, lovers of secrets, and fans of flawed,
complex characters will appreciate this novel.
Matthew Cave is
assigned to report on a mummy suspected to be the first Viking found
in Greenland. After the mummy disappears, and the police officer
guarding it killed in a most horrific manner, Matthew investigates a
story decades old based on the similar style of murder of four local
men. The tale grows exponentially as he learns about the murders’
connections to child molestation, kidnapping, politics, and a
mysterious, tattooed woman just released from prison. Secrets are
revealed, crimes are solved, and living / dead are confirmed.
Nordbo writes a
graphic, bones-laid-bare crime novel with the setting of Nuuk,
Greenland as prominent as a main character. The Danish / Greenlandic
tension is pushed and pulled throughout the story, with national
politics and corruption affecting local affairs. Twists and turns
abound as new evidence surfaces, but the main source of a policeman’s
journal written during the earlier crimes takes the reader back in
time for a more intimate feel. A major information dump at the end
does its best to feel natural, coming from the appropriate
characters. In any case, the tale is multi-layered, with storylines
that converge for a revelatory denouement. I was fortunate to receive
a digital copy from Text Publishing Company through NetGalley.
In 1965, time travel ignites Barbara’s manic depression, and the other pioneers—ambitious Margaret, compassionate Lillian, and social butterfly Grace—leave her behind to form The Conclave, an autonomous organization commercializing time travel. Multiple storylines converge to determine the identity of the woman found dead of four bullet wounds in a locked room. The investigation for this unique whodunit plays out in various timelines with characters’ ages often not corresponding chronologically. There’s manipulation, subterfuge, and espionage afoot throughout the nation and throughout time. The time travel details are concrete, with the fuel posing a danger if not handled appropriately. There’s even a time travel glossary included at the end, which makes one try that much harder to buy into the concept. Macarenhas gives the reader glimpses into the thoughts of characters, providing more depth to a story that might easily go astray with so much time-hopping chapters. Readers who like speculative fiction with compelling characters and complex relationships will appreciate this story that readily lends oneself to suspend belief, a realistic time travel story, if you will. It’s definitely worth the time! Ha! I was fortunate to receive a copy from the publisher through Net Galley.
In Brazil, Nazi fugitive Klaus Holland, aka Matheus Esperanca, raises his son by a prostitute with a Jewish kapo from Udenspul, the concentration camp he commanded. The son, Deus, considers the kapo his mother, and after her death, takes mysterious photos from her to a professor in his US university to research his ancestry, where he learns the true identity of his father and the extent of his crimes. Olokita brilliantly uses the concept of god as a measurement of morality, or rather lack of humanity, as Klaus plays God in determining who dies, though his own religious beliefs remain deliciously ambiguous. The character development is so well done that dear reader will be researching names. Although written in third person for everyone else, Klaus is in first person, bringing the reader up close and personal to a man with his own version of right and wrong based on his complete lack of empathy, exploring the idea of how powerful he believes himself. The ending revelation is quite coincidental and is evidenced only by Klaus’ perception, so it’s not clear why it’s readily believed by Deus and his new love Heidi. It’s anti-climactic after the delightful irony of Klaus’ downfall. With so many rumors, legends, and news items, inspiring a plethora of literature, on the Holocaust, this unique story of a fugitive hiding out in South America is a definite must-read. It’s themes rove beyond the simple good vs. evil and the idea that one can distinguish such traits in anyone, with characters revealing the dangers within themselves. I received a digital copy of this fantastic novel from the author for an honest review.