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The Rundown

Posted on 28 Nov 2016 In: Reading

So, life has been in the way a lot over the last few months. Nothing bad, just a lot of travel for work and a little for vacation. Then catching up on all the things at home when I have been here.  I’ve read a lot, but the blogging has fallen by the wayside a bit. I miss it.  I am planning to get back on track, with full reviews. But in the meantime, I’m going to give you a quick rundown on books I have recently finished and a few thoughts on them all.

I should warn you, lots of fluff, escapism reading lately.  Nothing deeply profound, and that is OK.  I don’t apologize for that.  Read what catches your interest!

So, here we go:

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The Dublin Murder Squad series, books 1-5, by Tana French.

I forget how I chose the first one, but I was entertained enough figuring it out that I wanted to read the next one. What makes these unique? It isn’t one set of characters the whole way through. A major/minor character in Book 1 was the focus of Book 2. Someone from Book 2 was the main character in Book 3, and so on. That keeps things fresh and interesting. All the books are set in and around Dublin, so there’s a good bit of Irish slang. But if you aren’t familiar, you can still figure it out. Mystery lovers, check these out.

 

In a Dark, Dark Wood by  Ruth Ware

screenshot75Another mystery, set in the UK. What I liked about this one? The story was told from current time and in flashbacks, so it takes a bit to get to the crux of the story. I also didn’t figure out exactly who did it until close to the very end, and then it was how?. I liked it enough that I was immediately on a quest for another read from Ruth Ware and frustrated I couldn’t find it in local bookstores. I finally downloaded from Amazon.

 

Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget, by Sara Hepola

screenshot76If you’ve ever wondered if you have a drinking problem, this book will make you seriously think about it and evaluate a life of complete sobriety. If you don’t have a drinking problem, it may still make you think about it. This memoir is one that is honest and at times brutal. But it is authentic and true. You can’t help but admire Hepola for overcoming her demons. It wasn’t easy. It surely wasn’t pretty, but she decided to get sober, and lived to tell the tale.

 

The Couple Next Door,  by Shari Lapena screenshot74

One wall separates you from your baby. She’s sleeping, and you and your husband are going home every half our to check on her. You have the monitor with you. So everything is fine, right? I mean, you just checked on her thirty minutes ago. Then you go home for the night, and the crib is empty. Someone has taken your daughter. This is how The Couple Next Doorbegins. An entertaining mystery of what happened to baby Cora, everyone is under suspicion. And just when you think the story is over, it isn’t. There’s a twist. I enjoyed this one.

 

The Perfect Girl by  Gilly MacMillan screenshot77

Seventeen year old Zoe Maisey has paid her debt for a tragic, terrible accident that left three classmates dead. She and her mother have started over in what is called a Second Chance Life. The story starts at a concert performed by Zoe and her step brother, Lucas, both musical prodigies. After a disastrous encounter that brings Zoe’s past back to haunt her, the perfect Second Chance Family is thrown into tumult. Six hours later, Zoe’s mother is dead. This story weaves together Zoe’s past and present as we learn more about what happened, how people deal with tragedy, and, ultimately, incredible moral choices.

 

The Ice Twins by S.K. Tremayne

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A family torn apart by the death of one twin daughter relocates to a remote Scottish island in the hopes of rebuilding themselves anew. But strange things start happening when surviving twin, Kirstie, insists she’s really Lydia, the twin who died. Sarah and Gus’ marriage is in shambles, and their guilt and Kirstie’s increasingly disturbing behavior threaten to tear them further apart. As distrust in each other, and themselves, grows, they fight to simply survive. There was a twist to this one I didn’t see coming, and I told friends I need them to read this book so that we can talk about it. I also stayed up way too late reading it, so this is another one that mystery and psychological thriller fans will enjoy.

 

The Girls by Emma Cline

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This one reads like the Manson Family member who got away. I had a bit of obsession with the Manson family when I was younger- I couldn’t understand his hold over The Family, so I was really excited to read this one. And I was pretty disappointed. It wasn’t bad. Just meh. I was expecting something more from it than I got. It’s still entertaining. I wanted to love it, but I just didn’t.

So that’s it- a sampling a few of my recent reads. Back to regular postings in the next week or so. And all images courtesy of Amazon.

Dear Ashby

Posted on 7 Sep 2016 In: Thinking

Dear Ashby,

This isn’t a Peggy letter. I know that.  Still, I’ve been composing parts of it since Bret called to tell me that Peggy had left us.  Because while no two experiences are the same, you’re now a member of a club that no one really wants to belong to, one with a very shitty but non-negotiable membership requirement, and I know a few things about this sisterhood. Your walk will not be the same as mine, but I can tell you some things I know to be true regardless of the path you take to reach them.  Like I said, this isn’t a Peggy letter. But I thought you might need a letter right about now, so here it is.

I promise you this: It will get better. The day will come when it sneaks up on you that you feel a little better than you did the day/week/month before.  And sometime after that, hopefully sooner rather than later, you’ll be able to think or talk about Peggy without your voice cracking and you worrying that you’re going to ugly cry at a completely inappropriate time, like someone saying,  “Have a nice day” as you’re checking out at Target. It will get better.

And sometime later still, you will go a few days without thinking about her.  And that’s OK.  Then you’ll speak of her in a matter of fact way and be at peace, and you’ll think “I’ve made it through this. I’m going to be OK.” And that is true.

Sometime after that, maybe nearly two years later,  you’ll be feeling like everything is as normal as it is now. Maybe you’ll be doing something really mundane, like folding socks, and it will hit you like it happened yesterday. Slice you in the heart, kick you in the gut, and you’ll be harshly, horrifically reminded again that she’s gone.  You’ll shed a few tears, and then you’ll go on. It will never be as bad again as it is right now.

You are at that point right now where well meaning people are telling you, maybe in clumsy ways, that they love you. It comes in the form of what you should/should not be doing.  It comes in the form of platitudes of “at least she isn’t suffering any more,” and “at least you had…” and you smile and say “Thank you” out loud, while screaming “Fuck you!” in your head, because you know this is just one of those times when people don’t know what to say.  If they haven’t already, most of the calls and texts and emails will stop. And people will wonder why you haven’t snapped back into your former self,  and you’ll want to strangle them and ask “how can you not understand that nothing will be the same again?!” You are not crazy. 

If you’re lucky, you’ll have people to drag you out when you don’t want to go, for coffee/a walk/a drink/a pedicure because sometimes, people not so close to the situation know you need to get out of your head a little bit.  You’ll wake up at hours when you should be sleeping, and you’ll google inane things,  and you’ll watch the Real Housewives of  (Insert City Here), and you won’t be able to concentrate on anything, not even Us Weekly. Your brain will run a thousand miles an hour and you’ll wonder how you’re at all competent at work and with Bret and with your children and your siblings and your dad and your clients, but You’ll do it. 

You’ll realize that most of the time, when people ask “How can I help?” they mean it. And you’ll appreciate the texts and FB posts about Britney and the ones where people say “just checking in on you.” You’ll forgive most of the people who don’t handle this like you need them to. You’ll be angry, maybe irrationally so, at random people. But some will deserve it. You may tell them. You may write a letter to them that you never send. You may rage against them in your mind. You may decide to let it go because it’s just not that important in the big scheme of things. Whatever you choose is fine.

You may laugh a little harder, hug a little longer, love a little more passionately, live a little more fully, because you realize how precious and short and tenuous it all is. This will make your life richer.

You may start to say “No,” without explanation, to things that just don’t matter to you, or require your energy. This will make your life better.

You are starting a year of firsts. The first birthday/Christmas/Anniversary/Mother’s Day, when Peggy isn’t here. You may want to throw something at your television because every other commercial is about how special Mom is, or you may want to stay away from Facebook on Mother’s Day.  Don’t throw something at your TV. Watch something on Hulu or Netflix instead. Maybe stay off FB on Mother’s Day.  These days suck and the world doesn’t know it, and you are happy for your friends celebrating, and upset that you aren’t, and upset at how unfair it all is, and you should just pour a glass of wine and be with it all for a bit.

My point, Ashby, with this letter, is that you are in a really weird and discombobulated place right now. But you’re lucky because so many people love you, and loved your mama, and love your daddy, and love your siblings.  We have your back while you navigate this path you didn’t ask to be on, that has no clear direction.  And no matter how bleak it seems right now, how alone you feel, whatever you feel, this is not the rest of your life.  I promise you this: None of what you feel is wrong, and you will be OK.

 

Broken Pieces

Posted on 6 Sep 2016 In: Reading

broken piecesKathleen Long is back with another winner. You know I gushed over Chasing Rainbows and Changing Lanes so I was more than excited to read Broken Pieces.

From the Publisher’s Summary:
Destiny Jones is doing just fine on her own, thanks. From her thriving one-woman carpentry business to the loving support of her small-town community, Destiny has constructed a life as sturdy and polished as her best cabinets. Twenty years ago, Destiny’s world collapsed when her mother died and her father, Albert, abandoned his daughter to pursue acting in New York. His devastating exit taught Destiny a lesson in self-reliance that has kept her safe—and alone—ever since.

Now Albert Jones is back, begging for a second chance. Destiny suspects he’s simply staging another performance, starring himself as the prodigal father. Should she act on her misgivings? Or listen to her inner child, who still yearns for a family? When Albert divulges a shocking secret, Destiny’s life will again be turned upside down.

Kathleen Long’s warm, wise novel reveals the armor that has protected us in the past is often the very thing we must shed to fully live and love.

The things  I love about Long’s novels- the heart, the slightly quirky (or not necessarily mainstream) heroines, the emotion, the authenticity, are all present in Broken Pieces.

I was a little surprised at how quickly Destiny accepted Albert’s secret, but it is in no way detrimental to the story. Some people can just roll with things a bit easier than others.

But y’all, I bawled through the end of the book.  No melodrama, but, as I said earlier, pure heart.  Reality. Facing the things we don’t want to face. Authenticity.

This was a quick read for me, and if you have read any of Long’s other books you’ll like this on. If you haven’t read Long before, but you like Liane Moriarty or Emily Giffin, you should take a look at Kathleen Long.  By the way, I checked this morning and Broken Pieces is available at no additional charge for Kindle Unlimited subscribers, and available in Paperback and  a part of Audible.

Happy Reading!

 

 

Eyes On The Island

Posted on 17 Aug 2016 In: Reading

EOTI cover fixedOnce in a while, I have the unique privilege of  being the first person- outside of editors and publisher folks- to read a galley, and the first to review it. This is one of those times.  I’m excited to provide the first review of Frank Reddy’s debut novel, Eyes on The Island. 

From the book summary:

NOT LONG AGO, Will Fordham was a charismatic young preacher on the rise. But a family trip to the beach cost him everything. Will was struck by an unexpected seizure while wading in the ocean, drowning his young son. In the aftermath of the child’s death, Will lost his marriage, his sobriety, and his faith. Once the pastor of his own church, Will is now little more than a groundskeeper. But when Will is offered a new assignment at a small church on one of Georgia’s barrier islands, he reluctantly accepts the opportunity to put his life back together. Owned by a wealthy heiress and accessible only by ferry, this unspoiled island is home to an artists’ colony and only a handful of permanent residents. But once on the island, Will befriends a young boy who tells him unsettling stories about the other islanders. Are they merely products of the boy’s overactive imagination, or does something sinister lie beneath the island’s peaceful facade?

Eyes on the Island is a fast, entertaining read. I had a vague sense of discomfort and creepiness reading it – the good kind, like when you’re watching a thriller and tension is taut and you know something is about to happen, but what?

There’s a cast of characters, few of them who they appear to be.  That, combined with Will’s visions, keep the reader wondering if what they are reading is what’s really going on, or some figment of Will’s broken mind.  It’s like everything is slightly off kilter, but you can’t put your finger on what is bothering you.

Reddy’s writing is straightforward and authentic. He is not one bent towards melodramatic speech. He captures the atmosphere of Savannah and the Georgia barrier islands, with their mysterious and otherworldly histories, in a way that anyone familiar with the area will recognize.

I confess, the plot didn’t go quite the way I was expecting, but I liked the direction it did take better than what I thought might happen.  The ending is a bit fantastical, but that’s OK. This is a work of fiction, and the ending fits with the rest of the story.  I hope Reddy is at work on his next novel. I’m looking forward to reading more from him.

Eyes on the Island will be released in two weeks.  You can find it here.

And now, here’s a little about the author:

A veteran journalist, FRANK REDDY has written for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Curbed Atlanta, Creative Loafing, Atlanta Magazine, Gainesville Times, and Gwinnett Daily Post. He has won multiple awards from The Associated Press and Georgia Press Association for feature writing, business writing, and hard news coverage. He lives in Atlanta, Georgia with his wife, Joy, and daughter, Stella. Eyes on the Island is his first novel.  

I Have A Voice

Posted on 8 Aug 2016 In: Reading

screenshot48 From the book jacket:

Finding and fortifying our voices is so powerful. It awakens what once was sleeping. It strengthens what once was weak. And it inspires all of us into action.”

Tyler Williams has known success. He has performed in Atlanta’s famed Fox Theatre, raced down Victory Lane as a NASCAR driver, worked on hit film and TV shows, and sang for thousands in packed arenas. But Tyler has also known failure, devastating setbacks, and the pain of lost love. He knows how it feels to be lost, disconnected from himself and his passion.

Tyler tells his story of losing his “voice,” navigating life for many years without it, then finding it again–and finding himself in the process. “I Have a Voice” is full of life lessons that people both young and old will recognize. This is a book of hope, challenges and breakthrough moments. Tyler recounts his personal journey and uses his experience to help guide readers back to their own voices without dictating the steps to get there. Those who have lost their purpose, passion and “voice” will find renewal in his words.

I read I Have A Voice during my recent travels.  The thing that all of these books about living your dream miss is telling you the specific steps to do it.  But that is kind of the point.  The path is different for everyone. The point of these types of books is to inspire.

Tyler Williams does that pretty well.  Tyler’s point is to listen to yourself. To find you voice. Although not necessarily literally. He doesn’t mean he was silenced.  But he did lose focus of what mattered to him, and like many of us, floated through life for a while. He let himself be defined by other people and not things that are authentic to him.

It was an odd place to be after his early life in entertainment, then his decision to to become a NASCAR driver. Tyler had to figure out his place in this new world. He had to train and race against drivers who had been in the circuit far longer than he had. But he did it anyway.  When circumstances followed that showed Tyler he was not to be the next NASCAR phenom, he moved on.

The point I took from I Have A Voice is that it is easy to sit on the sidelines of life.  We can get up and go to work and come home and watch Netflix and that is great if it is our dream. Or, we can get up and go to work and come home and watch Netflix and pretend it’s great but also feel like we are missing something.  If we aren’t content with watching Netflix every night, then that’s where we need to find our voice- and do something to claim it. That’s the crux of I Have a Voice. 

Williams is quick to point out that finding one’s voice does not have to mean fame and notoriety.  In fact, for most of us, it won’t. But what Williams hopes to help people realize is that we have a choice in feeling as though we are living an authentic life, or just being a bit player in someone else’s script.

Fans of Martha Beck will likely enjoy I Have A Voice. If you’re bored with your own life, this may be just the book you need to jumpstart you into figuring out how to use your own voice.

 

I received a copy of  I Have A Voice from the Publisher in exchange for an honest review.

 

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