books · Mystery

Book Review: The Lost Man by Jane Harper

The Lost Man by Jane Harper, The Lost Man
Three brothers at odds in the Australian Outback.

I was excited to dive into The Lost Man by Jane Harper. It has been awhile since I’ve read something set in the current day, but in a place totally foreign to me.

The Lost Man takes place in the Australian Outback. In my opinion, the description of the setting is the redemption of this novel. Harper’s portrayal of the Outback is unforgiving, labored, and effusive – a fitting parallel for the Australian desert itself.

Uneducated as to the harsh realities of the Outback, I embraced the feeling of imminent danger that the characters could be confronted with at any time as I was reading. In the beginning, the possibilities of the mystery seemed endless and the excitement made me eager to read more.

But other than the rich backdrop, the characters were not convincing or relatable or fun. Or any superlative for that matter.

The Lost Man himself, Cameron Bright, is supposedly a well-liked, all around great guy. He takes a quick (really quick) turn mid-story into a character that, well, pretty much deserved to die. I suddenly felt a lot less eager to find out what happened to him, which isn’t exactly what you strive for with a “who-dun-it.”

I cataloged this in “Mystery.” Because although it is marketed as a psychological thriller, I thought it was very lacking to be categorized that way.

The story is paralleled by the story of another man lost in the Australian wilderness. I found the old legend of “The Stockman’s Grave” to be far more interesting than the story of Cameron’s death: not a great sign.

I wasn’t overly surprised at the ending, I now know way more than I need to know about the exponential dingo population in the Outback, and I officially don’t want to visit because of all the ways I can think for someone to murder me, none of which the author used.

Crikey. The verdict is to kangaroo-hop around this one.

Historical Fiction · Romance

Book Review: The Summer Wives by Beatriz Williams

The Summer Wives by Beatriz Williams

I just Love. Beatriz. Williams. In my opinion, I could end this review there.

That being said, The Summer Wives was not my favorite of her novels – it is significantly less astounding. This, however, is not as much a criticism of the book as it is praise for the author. I truly feel taken in by each one of Williams’ novels – just some more than the others.

I think that I knew this one may be a little flat. The hardcover copy of the novel has sat on my bookshelf for nearly a year. Perhaps the mediocre reviews permeated my subconscious.

Still, I’m glad to have read it. Quick and vigilant, the story marches, like trained troops, towards its realization. The main character of Miranda Schuyler marches like a soldier through her own story, rather than taking the lead as General.

In comparison with other Williams heroines, Miranda was a bit feeble, and not particularly determined to own her story. That’s okay, there are all different types of characters, but I felt like Miranda rolled over and let life happen to her rather than living it.

The one thing she does for herself throughout the noel is to become an actress, and even this wasn’t her own dream, but the dream of her former lover for her. She doesn’t do a lot of thinking for herself, which troubled me.

Miranda’s mother is a complete waste of space. She never defends her daughter or acts in her best interest, choosing to wallow away in the shadow of her husband’s death – who was a di**.

Hugh Fisher is the example of all that is wrong with society, he is rich (or acts like it) and takes and takes from everyone around him, living like a parasite off the emotions of people he has deemed lesser, and who allow him to take advantage.

I am a huge proponent of flawed characters, but overall, there were too many, in roles that were too standard.

The romance, the picturesque setting, the lyrical prose – all magnificent. Williams truly has a way with sentence structure. I am really looking forward to her next novel, The Golden Hour, due out in July. I hope the next novel reflects all the true writing prowess Williams possesses to tell a story and to make the reader completely bereft at the thought that they can’t be a part of the story itself, upset every time they have to close the book. Williams has given me that feeling before, and I’m looking forward to it again.

Beach Reads · books · Mystery

Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens – Book Review

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Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens has become a bit of a phenomenon. If you haven’t noticed, rave reviews of the novel are popping up everywhere, and not without good reason. As a reader, and in other facets of my day-to-day life, I tend to not give in to the hype. Rather, I try desperately to resist the hyped-up books, TV shows, and trends, until I eventually give in and admit I was wrong about not believing the hype all along.

Crawdads was on my list, but it was bumped to the top when my Dad chose it for our family book club. The decision was made for me, and I’m glad.

Kya Clark is the “Marsh Girl.” Abandoned by her parents at a young age, one a battered wife, one a drunk, she grows up in a shack on the North Carolina swamp, raising herself beside the gulls and the shellfish.

Kya lives a lonesome existence. The story ebbs and flows like the tides of the marsh, ushering loneliness forth with the tide. The story conveys the state of isolation as reprehensible, and yet the most natural state of being.

Desperate to learn, Kya is taught to read by a local boy, Tate Walker. Tate is a wholesome, selfless character who serves the purpose of loving and caring for Kya above all else. Even when he makes mistakes, Tate is immediately regretful and willing to devote himself completely to making Kya trust him again.

One issue I have with the character development is Tate’s Christ-like goodness.  He’s just too good. Conversely, Kya is extremely untrusting, unwilling to ask for or accept help. Neither is a believable character, TBH.

Humans are social beings, born out of connection and bred for it. With a lack of socialization, Kya’s development parallels the marsh more so than it does her peers in the village. Kya and the marsh are symbiotic. It feeds her, teaches hers to grow and mature in her biology. In turn, she takes care of the gulls, feeds them, nurtures them like her friends. Kya’s love for the marsh is both endearing and heartbreaking.

“Needing people ended in hurt.” Kya learns this as a child of the marsh, and as she grows, she doubles down on this belief. It may be unfortunate, but Kya’s experience teaches her that love disappoints. And hurts. She just does not want to give in to that hurt, which I commend.

The masses are voraciously claiming this book to be fantastic. I say, it’s a great story. I found the ending to be satisfactory based on the distant way Kya developed throughout. Her character comes full circle in the sunset of the novel in a way that I found to be refreshingly true to the character.

books · Historical Fiction

Review: What the Winds Know by Amy Harmon

What the Wind Knows
Anne Gallagher finds herself in 1912 Ireland in Amy Harmon’s new time travel romance.

No matter how hard I try, I just keep falling ass-backwards into time travel love stories. For the love of god, it needs to stop. Not only do they typically make very little sense (what modern woman is going to fall for a guy who she has to school on the greater challenges of feminism in recent decades) but I am trying to branch out in genre. Not doing great so far.

Regardless of that, I have to say that I really enjoyed Amy Harmon’s What the Wind Knows. Surrounding the 20th Century Irish rebellions and quest for freedom from Great Britain, this was offered as an Amazon First read book for prime users in March (any excuse for a St. Paddy’s Day promo).

“Was I changing history, or had I always been part of it?” The main character Anne asks herself this age old time travel question. This book answers the question and is worth reading, although I’m glad I didn’t pay for it.

books · Mystery

Review: The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield

I was in a bit of reading slump lately. Everything that I had been picking up was very slow. I was perusing Amazon for new releases when I stumbled on The Thirteenth Tale. Once I realized that Once Upon a River, another novel by Setterfield I’ve been hearing a lot about, won’t be released until the summer, I lost myself in the author bio and took a look at some of Setterfield’s past work. The Thirteenth Tale stood out.

This book was as eerie as described and even more unsettling than I anticipated. Margaret Lea, the daughter of a a bookshop owner, is called upon, unprompted, by famed author Vida Winter to write the legend’s biography.

Vida Winter is notorious for lying to reporters and making up outlandish stories about her past. She has not told (or faced) the truth about her life ever before, but now chooses Margaret to write the truth.

One of my biggest issues with the book was that Ms. Winter seemed way too comfortable with Margaret. For someone who had kept her life a complete secret, she is all too prepared to tell this absolute stranger her full story, without any reasoning for why. In my opinion, Vida’s justification for why she hired Margaret doesn’t explain her comfort with her. I would have expected a closeted person to have more walls up. Still, Vida Winter is a complex and satisfying character. She is a storyteller, and she is determined to make sure she remains as such, even as she is narrating the story of her own life.

Margaret is a far less exciting character. She is the daughter of a bookshop owner (a personal dream) and yet she is somehow able to make even that seem boring. She’s never read a Vida Winter book, but is called upon to bring her character to life, the only known record of the writer’s life. She wouldn’t be my first choice.

Vida Winter reveals her secrets (and some that are not hers to tell) to Margaret. Their developing friendship is heartwarming – one gets the sense neither of them has ever had a true friend.

The underlying theme of the novel is identity. Both characters struggle with it, and not in the traditional “finding yourself” way you see in most novels. Both women are twins. There is A LOT of twin symbolism in this book. Typically I find the twin/psychic telepathy theme to be overplayed, but the layers of originality in the story are too good to be mistaken for poor thematic writing.

Margaret was born with a twin, but she died after a surgery was performed to separate their connected torsos. She has lived the rest of her life with the incessant feeling that there is a piece of herself missing – a feeling that leaves her largely depressed and not all that much of an asset to society. She feels guilt at surviving. She feels lost for surviving. This faceted idea of identity resonated with me. As someone who is largely independent, and yet still has the tug of directions when making decisions, I can’t imagine the feeling of having a missing piece of myself that I feel an allegiance to, an ever-nagging shadow.

The identity crisis goes much further. It’s deep and surprising and gives the book a mysterious, gothic quality.

The crossover between Gothic and Realism is a winner. Diane Setterfield s a great storyteller and I think this is a quality read for those looking for a mystery that isn’t just based in modern-missing-girl-true-crime (looking at you, Girl on the Train). If you want a mystery with edge, a complex story, ghostly hauntings, and good writing – read this!

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