I’m on a roll. I stayed up past midnight last night to finish my current book “The Death of Mrs. Westaway” by Ruth Ware. Ringing in the New Year was secondary. Though I will say in a brief rat hole diversion that we had more fireworks in da hood last night than the prior five years combined. Not sure if it was the 300 for good ole SAT or just normal fluctuations in mores. Look at me using BIG little words.
Anyhow, this book was our January book club pick which I got back on 12/17/18 since we had our December meeting early. I couldn’t wait until January so that should tell you something … the book was good. Solid story-telling. No gimmicks – Chapters # 1 to 50. Chronological order with only a splash of flashback in some diary entries.
There is one major flaw in my humble opinion that had to do with timing. Why would the “mom” wait to ask for support until Hal was 18? Don’t know what I mean? Read the book and then let’s chat.
Otherwise grade a mystery, “Flowers in the Attic” like in setting and temperament. I even got some quotes for my common place book. This one … my oh my … it’s long but sooooo connected with me:
I wanted to write in my diary – to do as I always did when things get too much – let it out onto the page, like kind of bloodletting letting the ink and paper soak up all the grief and anger and fear until I can cope again. ~ Maggie from “The Death of Mrs. Westaway” by Ruth Ware.
I call it “releasing the hounds”.
And only one problem with finishing early, the library is closed today. Guess I’ll have to break out my Kindle. Bleh.
A recommended read. 3.678 out of 5 stars. My rating system is sooooo lame.
As always, more to come.