I read the description for S.J. Watson's "Before I go to Sleep" on the New York Times Bestseller List one evening and knew I had to recommend it to book club members.
I bought the book on Tuesday, started reading before I went to bed on Wednesday night, and finished this evening, Friday. I could not put the book down!
Imagine waking up and not knowing where you are. It's happened to all of us at one time or another. Perhaps in college when you thought you were still living at home; or perhaps when you moved into your first apartment or bought your first house... Thankfully for us, we soon realize where we are and continue on with our day, forgetting the awkwardness and disorientation we had upon waking.
Unfortunately this doesn't happen with Christine, the main character in "Before I go to Sleep." Christine wakes up every day not knowing where she is, who the man is next to her in bed, or who she is. She has no memory of the past; not even the prior day.
"... At first I can't work out what it is, but then I see it. The hand gripping the soap does not look like mine. Its skin is wrinkled, the nails unpolished and bitten to the quick and, like that of the man in the bed I have just left, the third finger wears a plain gold wedding finger. / I stare for a moment, then wriggle my fingers. The fingers of the hand holding the soap move also. I gasp, and the soap thuds into the sink. I look up at the mirror. / The face I see looking back at me is not my own. The hair has no volume and is cut much shorter than I wear it; the skin on the cheeks and under the chin sags; the lips are thin; the mouth turned down. I cry out, a wordless gasp that would turn into a shriek were I to let it, and then notice the eyes. The skin around them is lined, yes, but despite everything else, I can see that they are mine. The person in the mirror is me, but I am twenty years too old. Twenty-five. More." (pgs 4-5)
Every day Christine wakes up not knowing who or where she is. Her memories disappear every time she falls asleep. Her husband, Ben, is a stranger to her, and he explains their life together on a daily basis. As a result of a mysterious accident Christine is an amnesiac; a special case where not even new memories are stored in her mind. With the encouragement of her doctor, Christine starts a journal to help jog her memory every day. Of course, without a daily morning call from her doctor, she wouldn't know she had a journal.
One morning Christine opens the journal and sees that she's written three words: "Don't trust Ben."
As she writes in and reads her journal every day, she slowly pieces together her past, starts remembering more details, and begins to see inconsistencies in her memories and the things Ben tells her that happened. She doesn't know who she can trust. She doesn't even know if she can trust herself! The story will keep many readers guessing until the very end.
There aren't many books where time simply disappears for me, but this was definitely one of them! I highly recommend this book.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
Book review: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children by Ransom Riggs caught my eye when I was browsing through the top 110 books on the NY Times list.
As a child, Jacob formed a close bond with his grandfather over his bizarre tales and photos of levitating girls and invisible boys. His grandfather grew up on a small Welsh island in an "orphanage" that his parents sent him to in order to save him from Hitler's plans during WWII.
Under suspicious circumstances, Jacob, age 16, found his grandfather lying and dying in the woods behind his (grandfather's) ransacked home. Before his grandfather took his last breath, he told Jacob that he was sorry he didn't tell him a long time ago, but added, "There's no time [now]." He breathed into Jacob's ear: "Find the bird. In the loop. On the other side of the old man's grave. September third, 1940." With his last bit of strength, he added, "Emerson--the letter. Tell them what happened..." (pg 33). Jacob then saw a face in the woods--a face that was in his childhood nightmares. It was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.
His parents sent him to therapy because he wasn't sleeping due to nightmares and trying to decode his grandfather's last words. Upon cleaning our his grandfather's house, Jacob is given a mysterious letter, found inside a book of poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson, that brings him to the island where his grandfather grew up.
He soon finds the children from the photographs, alive and well, despite the islanders’ insistence that all were killed when the German's bombed the island in 1940.
I could not put the book down! Once Jacob gets to the island, things his grandfather said to him start to make sense. As he pieces the puzzle together, he realizes that he's in danger. It's definitely an exciting page-turner, and the photographs make the book that much better. A must read.
As a child, Jacob formed a close bond with his grandfather over his bizarre tales and photos of levitating girls and invisible boys. His grandfather grew up on a small Welsh island in an "orphanage" that his parents sent him to in order to save him from Hitler's plans during WWII.
Under suspicious circumstances, Jacob, age 16, found his grandfather lying and dying in the woods behind his (grandfather's) ransacked home. Before his grandfather took his last breath, he told Jacob that he was sorry he didn't tell him a long time ago, but added, "There's no time [now]." He breathed into Jacob's ear: "Find the bird. In the loop. On the other side of the old man's grave. September third, 1940." With his last bit of strength, he added, "Emerson--the letter. Tell them what happened..." (pg 33). Jacob then saw a face in the woods--a face that was in his childhood nightmares. It was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.
His parents sent him to therapy because he wasn't sleeping due to nightmares and trying to decode his grandfather's last words. Upon cleaning our his grandfather's house, Jacob is given a mysterious letter, found inside a book of poems by Ralph Waldo Emerson, that brings him to the island where his grandfather grew up.
He soon finds the children from the photographs, alive and well, despite the islanders’ insistence that all were killed when the German's bombed the island in 1940.
I could not put the book down! Once Jacob gets to the island, things his grandfather said to him start to make sense. As he pieces the puzzle together, he realizes that he's in danger. It's definitely an exciting page-turner, and the photographs make the book that much better. A must read.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Book review: Buried Prey
Buried Prey by John Sandford
I have been a big John Sandford fan since I read his first “Prey” book long ago. He’s an author of which I repeatedly purchase without hesitation, ESPECIALLY if it’s a “Prey” book. And finding Buried Prey at Half Priced Books was a deal I most definitely could not pass up! A bonus for those who don’t know, the Prey series all take place in the Twin Cities!
In Buried Prey, Sandford reintroduces the young and ambitious Lucas Davenport when he started on the police force. It was cool to see Davenport as a “rookie” and see how he worked his way up through the ranks to his current role as an investigator in the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension.
This book featured one of his first cases—the abduction and assumed murder of two young girls. He wasn’t comfortable with the “resolution” of the case when it happened, but he was just breaking out of patrol work and accepted his supervisor’s decision on the case. Now, twenty-five years later, the bodies of the Jones sisters are discovered in a plastic bag beneath the concrete-floor basement of a house being torn down in Minneapolis, and Davenport is re-examining the case. He reviews his case notes from 1985 and realizes that because of his lack of experience, the notes weren’t incredibly helpful, however, from them he was able to reinterview a couple of witnesses who still remembered the missing girls.
You’ll be missing out if you don’t read Sandford’s latest Prey book.
Check out The Prey Series:
Rules of Prey
Shadow Prey
Eyes of Prey
Silent Prey
Winter Prey
Night Prey
Mind Prey
Sudden Prey
Secret Prey
Certain Prey
Easy Prey
Chosen Prey
Mortal Prey
Naked Prey
Hidden Prey
Broken Prey
Invisible Prey
Phantom Prey
Wicked Prey
Storm Prey
Buried Prey
I have been a big John Sandford fan since I read his first “Prey” book long ago. He’s an author of which I repeatedly purchase without hesitation, ESPECIALLY if it’s a “Prey” book. And finding Buried Prey at Half Priced Books was a deal I most definitely could not pass up! A bonus for those who don’t know, the Prey series all take place in the Twin Cities!
In Buried Prey, Sandford reintroduces the young and ambitious Lucas Davenport when he started on the police force. It was cool to see Davenport as a “rookie” and see how he worked his way up through the ranks to his current role as an investigator in the Minnesota Bureau of Criminal Apprehension.
This book featured one of his first cases—the abduction and assumed murder of two young girls. He wasn’t comfortable with the “resolution” of the case when it happened, but he was just breaking out of patrol work and accepted his supervisor’s decision on the case. Now, twenty-five years later, the bodies of the Jones sisters are discovered in a plastic bag beneath the concrete-floor basement of a house being torn down in Minneapolis, and Davenport is re-examining the case. He reviews his case notes from 1985 and realizes that because of his lack of experience, the notes weren’t incredibly helpful, however, from them he was able to reinterview a couple of witnesses who still remembered the missing girls.
You’ll be missing out if you don’t read Sandford’s latest Prey book.
Check out The Prey Series:
Rules of Prey
Shadow Prey
Eyes of Prey
Silent Prey
Winter Prey
Night Prey
Mind Prey
Sudden Prey
Secret Prey
Certain Prey
Easy Prey
Chosen Prey
Mortal Prey
Naked Prey
Hidden Prey
Broken Prey
Invisible Prey
Phantom Prey
Wicked Prey
Storm Prey
Buried Prey
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Book review: Think Twice
“Think Twice” by Lisa Scottoline
I read Think Twice on my own and now it's July's book club selection. I really liked the book; it held my interest and kept me on the edge of my seat. I admit that the plot-line is more like an exaggerated Hollywood movie than a real life happening, but books are for escaping reality, right? So go along for the ride!
Bennie Rosato looks exactly like her identical twin, Alice Connolly. They were separated shortly after birth because their mother couldn't care for both children. Alice was adopted. The twins meet later in life when Bennie, an attorney, represents her sister Alice in a murder trial. Alice was aquitted.
Alice pops up in Bennie's life again, but this time with a plan to take over her sister's identity, or rather, her sister's extensive bank accounts. Early in the novel Bennie finds herself drugged and buried alive at the hands of Alice.
I could not put the book down!
It's easy to see how the twin fooled Bennie's coworkers, as Bennie is the type who stays to herself and doesn't share much about her own life, or show feelings to others. Alice easily "replaces" her sister at work, and with a boyfriend who resurfaces!
The other characters in the book are full of life, especially the crazy Italian family of Mary DiNunzio, who could have a novel themselves! A true Italian "witch" named Valentina is a friend of the DiNunzio family and she sees that "Bennie" is evil but no one believes her.
The book explores whether evil is born or bred. If pushed to the limit, are we all capable of evil...?
Check out Think Twice and see for yourself.
I read Think Twice on my own and now it's July's book club selection. I really liked the book; it held my interest and kept me on the edge of my seat. I admit that the plot-line is more like an exaggerated Hollywood movie than a real life happening, but books are for escaping reality, right? So go along for the ride!
Bennie Rosato looks exactly like her identical twin, Alice Connolly. They were separated shortly after birth because their mother couldn't care for both children. Alice was adopted. The twins meet later in life when Bennie, an attorney, represents her sister Alice in a murder trial. Alice was aquitted.
Alice pops up in Bennie's life again, but this time with a plan to take over her sister's identity, or rather, her sister's extensive bank accounts. Early in the novel Bennie finds herself drugged and buried alive at the hands of Alice.
I could not put the book down!
It's easy to see how the twin fooled Bennie's coworkers, as Bennie is the type who stays to herself and doesn't share much about her own life, or show feelings to others. Alice easily "replaces" her sister at work, and with a boyfriend who resurfaces!
The other characters in the book are full of life, especially the crazy Italian family of Mary DiNunzio, who could have a novel themselves! A true Italian "witch" named Valentina is a friend of the DiNunzio family and she sees that "Bennie" is evil but no one believes her.
The book explores whether evil is born or bred. If pushed to the limit, are we all capable of evil...?
Check out Think Twice and see for yourself.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Book review: The Shack
The Shack by William Paul Young was the book club selection for May.
I knew nothing about the book when I bought it; I didn't read reviews or summaries, and had no preconceived notions.
I was really into the book in the first several chapters. Mackenzie (Mack) took his children camping, and while he was saving two of his children in a canoe accident, his other daughter Missy was abducted. They searched the camp grounds and the surrounding area. When they returned to the camp site, they discovered a ladybug lapel pin stuck into Missy's coloring book. Upon further investigation, it's revealed that the FBI has been tracking the "Little Ladykiller" for four years, through nine states without any luck of catching him or finding the bodies of the girls he's abducted. During an intensive search, they discovered evidence that indicated Missy was brutally killed in an abandoned shack deep in the wilderness.
Mack goes into what he calls, "The Great Sadness." Four years later, still in the midst of his "great sadness" he receives a letter in the mailbox from "Papa" inviting to meet at the shack. Is the note from the killer? Or is the note from God?
Mack drives to the shack in the dead of winter, walks toward it, and enters. And this my friends, is where the book loses me... Mack meets God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit and spends the weekend with them. And God is a big black woman. And that is relevant to the story as well.
I found the book interesting in that the God he met with is the God I know. I'm not a church goer anymore, but I am spiritual and I believe in God. However, I do not believe in Hell, brimstone and fire. My God is a loving God who wants us to experience things, to learn from experiences, to grow... my God, and the God in the book wants us to be the best we can possibly be and live a good and loving life. God doesn't punish people. God isn't a vengeful God. God is an all-loving all encompassing God.
I completed the book. It was insightful. Although I am not in AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) myself, I noticed many AA moments throughout Mack's weekend with the Trinity with regards to going through some of The Steps to better himself. Mack learned a lot about himself, forgave, and was able to "let go and let God."
The books asks, is it possible to let go of control and certainty in life? Is it possible to live only in the present?
Will this book change your life?
I knew nothing about the book when I bought it; I didn't read reviews or summaries, and had no preconceived notions.
I was really into the book in the first several chapters. Mackenzie (Mack) took his children camping, and while he was saving two of his children in a canoe accident, his other daughter Missy was abducted. They searched the camp grounds and the surrounding area. When they returned to the camp site, they discovered a ladybug lapel pin stuck into Missy's coloring book. Upon further investigation, it's revealed that the FBI has been tracking the "Little Ladykiller" for four years, through nine states without any luck of catching him or finding the bodies of the girls he's abducted. During an intensive search, they discovered evidence that indicated Missy was brutally killed in an abandoned shack deep in the wilderness.
Mack goes into what he calls, "The Great Sadness." Four years later, still in the midst of his "great sadness" he receives a letter in the mailbox from "Papa" inviting to meet at the shack. Is the note from the killer? Or is the note from God?
Mack drives to the shack in the dead of winter, walks toward it, and enters. And this my friends, is where the book loses me... Mack meets God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit and spends the weekend with them. And God is a big black woman. And that is relevant to the story as well.
I found the book interesting in that the God he met with is the God I know. I'm not a church goer anymore, but I am spiritual and I believe in God. However, I do not believe in Hell, brimstone and fire. My God is a loving God who wants us to experience things, to learn from experiences, to grow... my God, and the God in the book wants us to be the best we can possibly be and live a good and loving life. God doesn't punish people. God isn't a vengeful God. God is an all-loving all encompassing God.
I completed the book. It was insightful. Although I am not in AA (Alcoholics Anonymous) myself, I noticed many AA moments throughout Mack's weekend with the Trinity with regards to going through some of The Steps to better himself. Mack learned a lot about himself, forgave, and was able to "let go and let God."
The books asks, is it possible to let go of control and certainty in life? Is it possible to live only in the present?
Will this book change your life?
Monday, July 4, 2011
Journal, 07.03.11
07.03.11
I woke from a dream this afternoon. I could still feel his soft shirt against my face... feel my arms wrapped around him... If you watched me sleep, you would see my arms outstretched and my head tilted slightly. As I opened my eyes, the feeling of his arms left me. But I could still feel the softness of his shirt against the right side of my face.
I want so bad to return to him. The faceless man in my dreams. The man who loves me for me. The one who cuddles with me, holds me close, kisses my head. The man with the softest of shirts. The one who makes me comfortable... safe. The one I miss terribly.
As my eyes fill with tears, my heart fills with sorrow. I'm so incredibly lonely I don't even think there are words that adequately describe my despair. My heart is empty. Sadness escapes through the hot salty tears that fall down my face, blurring the computer screen.
Just when I think "I've changed; I'm ready," I discover that is not the case. Perhaps I am destined to be a sexual play thing for the rest of my life. Why is it so easy for me to revert to sex with a man? Over the phone. In emails, over instant messages... It's so easy. And every time it happens it begins the same way... I feel the energy.
I love the energy.
I love sex. Why isn't that acceptable for women to admit? I love sex! I love everything about sex--the adventure, the sweat and noises; the different positions... heavy breathing, the screams, the wetness... I love the smell afterwards...
...and I love the "get the fuck out" when it's over. Don't get me wrong. I'll walk him to the door and kiss him goodbye. It's just sex. I'm a play thing.
Do men see that in me? Do I project "sex"? What is it about me that make men tell me their deepest and darkest dreams and fantasies? Do they know I won't judge them?
Once the energy is gone though... I'm left empty. A used vessel. Discarded. Discounted. Until the next time. And I KNOW the emptiness is coming, and yet I travel the same path. Why? *sigh* Because sex is easy. I am good at it. Not in a bragging kind of way, mind you, but in the "we all do what we're good at" kind of way. Now having a relationship? That's hard. Fighting? No thanks. Conflict? Run the other way. No thank you. It comes back to not wanting to be abandoned. Yep... I still need to work on myself. Bottom line. I need more "me" time. Until then, the man in my dreams is out of reach.
I need to rethink things. Put something else into the universe. I am worth loving. I am more than a sexual play toy. I am a strong independent woman. I will make my dream man a reality. I will feel the softness of his shirt in reality. Until then... I will meet him in my dreams.
I woke from a dream this afternoon. I could still feel his soft shirt against my face... feel my arms wrapped around him... If you watched me sleep, you would see my arms outstretched and my head tilted slightly. As I opened my eyes, the feeling of his arms left me. But I could still feel the softness of his shirt against the right side of my face.
I want so bad to return to him. The faceless man in my dreams. The man who loves me for me. The one who cuddles with me, holds me close, kisses my head. The man with the softest of shirts. The one who makes me comfortable... safe. The one I miss terribly.
As my eyes fill with tears, my heart fills with sorrow. I'm so incredibly lonely I don't even think there are words that adequately describe my despair. My heart is empty. Sadness escapes through the hot salty tears that fall down my face, blurring the computer screen.
Just when I think "I've changed; I'm ready," I discover that is not the case. Perhaps I am destined to be a sexual play thing for the rest of my life. Why is it so easy for me to revert to sex with a man? Over the phone. In emails, over instant messages... It's so easy. And every time it happens it begins the same way... I feel the energy.
I love the energy.
I love sex. Why isn't that acceptable for women to admit? I love sex! I love everything about sex--the adventure, the sweat and noises; the different positions... heavy breathing, the screams, the wetness... I love the smell afterwards...
...and I love the "get the fuck out" when it's over. Don't get me wrong. I'll walk him to the door and kiss him goodbye. It's just sex. I'm a play thing.
Do men see that in me? Do I project "sex"? What is it about me that make men tell me their deepest and darkest dreams and fantasies? Do they know I won't judge them?
Once the energy is gone though... I'm left empty. A used vessel. Discarded. Discounted. Until the next time. And I KNOW the emptiness is coming, and yet I travel the same path. Why? *sigh* Because sex is easy. I am good at it. Not in a bragging kind of way, mind you, but in the "we all do what we're good at" kind of way. Now having a relationship? That's hard. Fighting? No thanks. Conflict? Run the other way. No thank you. It comes back to not wanting to be abandoned. Yep... I still need to work on myself. Bottom line. I need more "me" time. Until then, the man in my dreams is out of reach.
I need to rethink things. Put something else into the universe. I am worth loving. I am more than a sexual play toy. I am a strong independent woman. I will make my dream man a reality. I will feel the softness of his shirt in reality. Until then... I will meet him in my dreams.
Book review: Two Rivers
Two Rivers by T. Greenwood
I read this book in January so the details are foggy. I read reviews online to refresh my memory but they didn't help much. My apologies in advance.
The book stars Harper Montgomery and opens in a memory of the past... 1968. "Blackberries. The man's skin reminds him of late summer blackberries. The color of not-quite midnight. The color of a bruise. This is what Harper thinks as he looks at the man they have taken to the river, the one who is half-drowned now, pleading for his life: the miracle that human skin can have the same blue-black stillness as ripe fruit, as evening, as sorrow itself."
The book switches between past and present, which I've found to like in novels as of late. Present day Harper lives with his daughter Shelly in an small town apartment. He works at the railroad and has been in a state of depression since his wife Besty died twelve years earlier, the day Shelly was born. Betsy was Harper's childhood crush turned love-of-his-life, and her death devastated him.
Harper was somehow involved in a murder in 1968, but the book reveals little of the crime or why he was involved. However, the event significantly impacted his life and he feels guilty about his involvement.
This becomes more clear after a horrific train derailment occurs present day in Two Rivers, in which many people die. He attempts to save a man who's stuck in one of the train cars under water, but is unsuccessful. The man had skin the color of blackberries. As a result of not being able to save the man, Harper runs out of the water and rushes to a place to be alone, collapses next to a tree, and his mind goes back to 1968 and the murder. After many minutes, he becomes aware that a young pregnant black girl stands dripping wet in front of him, begging for him to help her. Reluctantly he lets the girl stay with him and his daughter, explaining that she's his "mother's friend's daughter."
In addition to flashing back to the 1968 murder, the book also flashes back to Harper and his growing relationship with Betsy, and with his parents. His father invented things to make his mother's life easier, although his father reminded me somewhat of the crazy inventor in the movie, "Honey I Shrunk the Kids," and the inventions were clunky and useless. Harper's very liberal mother spent most of her time alone, writing. Once Harper left for college, she left the home to help register black voters. In Harper's sophomore year of college, his mother started Freedom Press Monthly and had one thousand subscribers. At one point she was beat up so badly that her jaw was wired shut.
Harper's mother printed a special edition of the Freedom Press almost immediately after Martin Luther King, Junior was murdered. The headline read DREAM TURNS NIGHTMARE. She delivered to her usual neighborhoods. "But on April 4, when she drove down Blue Hill Avenue, the street was on fire, and the last thing the residents of Roxbury wanted to see was a crazy-haired white lady driving a Buick through a riot." After the beating she received on that day, she lapsed into a coma at Harvard Medical Center, and quickly died.
Betsy was pregnant at the time of Harper's mother's death. Besty died after giving birth, and the murdered man had something to do with Betsy's death, but we don't know what until the end of the book.
Does Harper find redemption? Forgiveness? I guess you'll have to read the book to find out.
I read this book in January so the details are foggy. I read reviews online to refresh my memory but they didn't help much. My apologies in advance.
The book stars Harper Montgomery and opens in a memory of the past... 1968. "Blackberries. The man's skin reminds him of late summer blackberries. The color of not-quite midnight. The color of a bruise. This is what Harper thinks as he looks at the man they have taken to the river, the one who is half-drowned now, pleading for his life: the miracle that human skin can have the same blue-black stillness as ripe fruit, as evening, as sorrow itself."
The book switches between past and present, which I've found to like in novels as of late. Present day Harper lives with his daughter Shelly in an small town apartment. He works at the railroad and has been in a state of depression since his wife Besty died twelve years earlier, the day Shelly was born. Betsy was Harper's childhood crush turned love-of-his-life, and her death devastated him.
Harper was somehow involved in a murder in 1968, but the book reveals little of the crime or why he was involved. However, the event significantly impacted his life and he feels guilty about his involvement.
This becomes more clear after a horrific train derailment occurs present day in Two Rivers, in which many people die. He attempts to save a man who's stuck in one of the train cars under water, but is unsuccessful. The man had skin the color of blackberries. As a result of not being able to save the man, Harper runs out of the water and rushes to a place to be alone, collapses next to a tree, and his mind goes back to 1968 and the murder. After many minutes, he becomes aware that a young pregnant black girl stands dripping wet in front of him, begging for him to help her. Reluctantly he lets the girl stay with him and his daughter, explaining that she's his "mother's friend's daughter."
In addition to flashing back to the 1968 murder, the book also flashes back to Harper and his growing relationship with Betsy, and with his parents. His father invented things to make his mother's life easier, although his father reminded me somewhat of the crazy inventor in the movie, "Honey I Shrunk the Kids," and the inventions were clunky and useless. Harper's very liberal mother spent most of her time alone, writing. Once Harper left for college, she left the home to help register black voters. In Harper's sophomore year of college, his mother started Freedom Press Monthly and had one thousand subscribers. At one point she was beat up so badly that her jaw was wired shut.
Harper's mother printed a special edition of the Freedom Press almost immediately after Martin Luther King, Junior was murdered. The headline read DREAM TURNS NIGHTMARE. She delivered to her usual neighborhoods. "But on April 4, when she drove down Blue Hill Avenue, the street was on fire, and the last thing the residents of Roxbury wanted to see was a crazy-haired white lady driving a Buick through a riot." After the beating she received on that day, she lapsed into a coma at Harvard Medical Center, and quickly died.
Betsy was pregnant at the time of Harper's mother's death. Besty died after giving birth, and the murdered man had something to do with Betsy's death, but we don't know what until the end of the book.
Does Harper find redemption? Forgiveness? I guess you'll have to read the book to find out.
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