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I’m going to mention books I read in April … eventually.
But first, it’s been a bit of a hard day. I went to the hairdressers today, an activity I enjoy.
The problem today was … the last time I had my hair colored was that Saturday. The day I banged on Jolene’s door and went to the salon when she didn’t answer. Seven weeks ago today. The stylist expressed her sympathy (she had cut Jolene’s hair several times). After that, we talked about happy things. I didn’t come even close to crying.
But the reminder, plus my badly aching knee, has left me sore, physically and emotionally.
But it’s time to discuss another favorite activity: reading books.
Of the twelve books I read in April, all but one of them were mystery/suspense.
Shameless Self Promotion (SSP): The new Heartsong Presents: Mysteries! (HPM) books Death on a Deadline and Trouble Up Finny’s Nose entertained me far more than books by some of my favorite authors. (SSP because my book Gunfight at Grace Gulch is one the book club selections.)
The trio of three sisters, Christine Lynxwiler, Jan Reynolds, & Sandy Gaskin, wrote a seamless first-person story about newspaper columnist Jenna Stafford. Dana Mentink brings the quirky characters of Finny’s Nose to hilarious life. In the midst of laugh-out-loud lines, Dana’s heroine grieves her husband’s death. It touched me where I live for now, in grief, in a way that restored faith.
Unlike other mysteries. Mom and I are both big mystery fans, whether television or books. The problem now is they often strike too close to home.
It seems like lately every other story includes a suicide or a hanging. In his new book Rage, Jonathan Kellerman described the death of a troubled 16-year-old: “Birthday suicide. Unable to face another year.” That’s exactly what happened to my troubled almost 24-year-old.
Have there always been so many references to suicide, that never registered until it happened to me? Or has it become the plot-device-of-the-month that hits me when I’m already down?
Sometimes I push past the hard parts, like in Rage. Other times, I close the book (Lord Jonathan and the Brotherhood of the Blade) or turn off the television (recent episodes of Cold Case and Psych).
Well, this was going to be a book review. Instead, it turned into an essay about books. I’ve always turned to books for escape; what do I read now that my favorite genre has become horrifying fact, not fiction? `
Honorable mention, in addition to the 2 HPM books I mentioned earlier:
1. When Darkness Fades by James Grippando. If you haven’t discovered this series about Miami-based, half-Cuban defense attorney Jack Swytek, check it out.
2. Golden One by Elizabeth Peters. Another winner from the Peabody/Emerson series.
3. Hidden in Plain Sight, my one nonfiction book of the month, by Mark Buchanan.