Smile and Walk Away (Shatter Book #1)
I must confess, I am an addict. Yes, folks, these days I’ve been getting really high… on thrillers. Especially those written by female authors whom seem to be cornering the genre’s market nowadays: Ruth Ware, Kate Quinn, Claire Douglas… And now, right up there with them in creative literary talent is Danielle Riedel, whose debut novel, Smile and Walk Away (Shatter Book 1) (the first of her Shatter series) wasjust  recently released.

Now, I’d go to the virtual ends of the earth (aka online media and best seller lists) to find my next fix. However, I didn’t have to travel far for this one. Danielle lives less than a few miles from me and when she told me about her novel, I jumped at the chance to read and review it. We local authors, I firmly believe, must support one another.  

Danielle’s debut novel reads like a well-crafted screenplay. Perhaps because of the author’s real-life experiences as an actress. Perhaps because she struck me as a very methodically organized, yet alert and creative person. The combination is compelling, to say the least, and quite evident in her fast-paced colloquial writing style.

We open with an agent being tested by a physician. A pencil, coffee cup, and a projector lens inexplicably break apart. The test ends. [Intrigued but confused reader frowns.]

Next scene: 2008. Velma Bloom with flaming red hair and a well-endowed body, flies to any unknown destination. The action then flips back to 2005.  Velma drives her new vintage banana yellow 1970 Dodge Challenger to her parents’ house in a semi-affluent White Plains, NY neighborhood. She is slated to attend graduate school, but adamantly refuses to continue her education. She takes a job as a waitress at a Yonkers bar “…with diverse clientele”. There she meets an assorted array of customers: Sam, the older “regular”; an outspoken young waitress; and a mysterious “quiet man” who tips her $100 for just a beer and a burger.

Fast forward to 2008. Newly-promoted Detective Jackson Duran is assigned the case of finding a missing young woman. Her name? Velma Bloom.

So far, a good start of an okay read, right? But, then, a few quick scenes later, we discover that Velma has (or had?) a very interesting unique hidden “talent”; almost a super-power that, from her early childhood, has been both a delight and a bane. Velma drinks excessively to suppress it, but when she discovers the cause and reasons for her rare, shall we say, “condition” and its dangerous international consequences the plot, as it’s said, thickens.

Why are the connections, if there are any, between Velma and the mysterious agent? Sam, whom she befriends? The “quiet man”? And Detective Duran who is hell bent to solve his first case. Has she really just gone missing or was she, as others believe, murdered? More importantly, why? And by whom?

In her inimitable way, Danielle Riedel transforms this complex premise into an amazingly exceptional read. I was so enthralled, I read Smile and Walk Away  in two sittings in one day, taken as I was by the characters and curious to find out what would happen next to all them. And what is most telling is that the characters, even five days later, are still haunting me. And that is about the best compliment I can give.

Oh, wait, there is one more. Okay, maybe two.

I must humbly and honestly state that while Danielle is half my age, she has twice my talent. Her plot lines are tightly woven and complex, with myriad unexpected twists and turns and little “tells” that lead in a fast clip to a well-crafted surprise denouement, with all the loose ends neatly tied up. Except for one… but I’m going to refrain from giving it away. Her characters are richly endowed with distinct personalities; dialogue is not stifled, but colorful and true-to-life.

And the premise of her story? One of the most creative and well-researched tales of international intrigue I’ve read in a long time. I am almost led to believe that while devoting herself to her writing, Danielle might also be a double-agent. Hmmmm…..

Once again, as I said in my last review, there are no formulaics here, folks. Just yet another great, imaginatively creative novel that any mature mystery/thriller (albeit with a tinge of science-fiction tossed in) enthusiast will enjoy.

The problem is, though, now I have to wait until #2 of Danielle’s Shatter series is completed and published before I can get my next spine-chilling “fix”.

Enjoy the read!

Local Girl Missing
Ever pick up a book to read thinking it was going to one thing… and then it turns out to be another? I loathe to brag, but, lately, this rarely happens to me. As all of you know, I’ve read and reviewed so many books on this blog for the last six and a half years (as well as written six novels and five musicals) that I can pretty much figure out which novels, especially in the chick-lit/thriller genre, sport formulaic plot lines and stereotypical characters.

And so I thought with Local Girl Missing, the second novel of British author Claire Douglas.

But… Oh boy! Oh, girl! Was I ever  wrong!

Let me just say that this is NOT your usual run-of-the-mill summer read. Far from it. Set in the fictional seaside resort town of Oldcliffe, England, it is a profoundly exquisitely written psychological thriller best read by flashlight under the safety of your covers at night rather than on a beach bordering a rickety pier. It is deliciously scary, enticingly intriguing, and authoritatively astute as it delves into what it means to be in a true friendship – “equally balanced, taking the good as well as the bad…”

Francesca “Frankie” Howe is divorced, has experienced seven miscarriages, and is quickly closing in on forty. Born and raised in her parents’ pink-slatted hotel in Oldcliffe and now managing the opening of a new hotel in Bristol for her parents, she is called back to her childhood hometown to help solve the almost 20-year-old mystery of Sophie, her once best friend who has been missing for over twenty years. Sophie’s brother, Daniel, who lends Frankie the seaside apartment of “a good friend”, explains that the remains of a young woman’s body has been found. Thinking, after all these years, that it might be Sophie’s, he prevails upon Frankie to come “home” and help him identify them. What happens in the course of their renewed relationship and their search for the truth of Sophie’s, um, “supposed” death is the basis of this truly remarkable literary thriller that had me tightly gripping the cover and quickly turning pages to see what would be next revealed.

A few teasers:

In the small touristy apartment building where Frankie stays, there is a baby screaming in the middle of the night, although there are no babies in the building; an older downstairs neighbor acts peculiarly strange; and a female “stalker” who randomly appears. Frankie thinks she is the ghost of Sophie, haunting her about “what happened that night”. Anonymous typed messages are delivered to her door mat: I KNOW WHAT YOU DID and I’M WATCHING YOU, delivered in A4-size manila envelopes on her door mat. Leon McNamara, Sophie’s former boyfriend, is remarkably kind, then inexplicably cruel to Frankie. And, ***SPOILER ALERT*** she becomes increasingly suspicious of Daniel, whom she once thought loved her and whom, now, she desires “more than anything else”.

If these don’t capture you interest… Well…

Written alternatively in the first person by both Frankie and Sophie, as if they are writing letters to one another, Douglas’ stunning novel is a tour-de-force of subtle, often seemingly bizarre, plot twists and turns and truly remarkable insights into the inner workings of the human mind and heart.

There are no formulaics here, folks. Just a great, imaginatively creative novel that any mature mystery/thriller enthusiast who enjoys a very well-written and realistic read will enjoy. Even if you are trying to relax at the shore.

Enjoy the read!

The Almost Sisters
There are woman’s literature, chick-lit, southern chick-lit, ladies’ thriller-mysteries, romance, adventure, fictional satire, historical novels… The category list, in today’s literary realm, is endless. And then there is Joshilyn Jackson, who is a genre all unto herself.

The author of seven previous novels and one novella, Joshilyn is a seasoned and talented writer whose style, wit, and well-developed characters and plot lines draw her reader(s) in from the very first sentence on the first page. When I opened The Almost Sisters (to be released by HarperCollings on July 11th) and read “My son, Digby, began at 3:02 in the morning…” I was instantly hooked. Note, Digby “began”, not born. Huh? My latest early summer reading pleasure started with a tweak in the main protagonist’s body and a twinge of insatiable curiosity in my own. And, it ended all too soon in tears.

Let me explain.

Leia Birch Briggs is a single 38-year old relatively talented and quite successful artist who has found fame and fortune in her graphic novel, Violence in Violet. She attends a super-hero comic convention, meets a tall, dark handsome man costumed as Batman, and, well... It wasn’t quite love at first sight, but – soaked in tequila – it was close enough, resulting in Digby’s beginnings.

A life has been started and, on the far end of Leia’s spectrum, another one is ending. Her 90-year old grandmother, Emily “Birchie” Birch-Briggs, is slowing succumbing to disease that forms Lewy bodies on her brain, causing dementia and phantasms -- wild rabbits as well as her father who has been dead for sixty years. Leia drives from Norfolk, Virginia, to her childhood summer home in Birchville, Alabama with her young niece riding shotgun to help Birchie settle her final affairs and move her and her lifelong bosom buddy, companion, and now caretaker, Wattie Price, into a nursing home.

But the Lewy bodies, Birchie’s in and out-of-mind stubbornness, and the discovery, literally, of a skeleton in the closet – well, actually, a trunk in the musty hot attic – thwarts and will have nothing to do with Leia’s well-intended plans. And then there is Batman weaving his way out of the shadows as well as the backstory of Violence in Violet, which, as both metaphor and allegory, are the backdrop and symbolic representation of the two faces of the cultural coin of the deep South.

Not to mention the deep dark secrets that Birchie and Wattie – so close, they are “almost sisters” – share.

What I truly loved about this novel, besides its well-written and gripping, almost lyrically poetic style, is its juxtaposition and interweaving of many genres: southern literature, sophisticated chick-lit, women’s fictional literature, romance, mystery, intrigue, and, most importantly, social commentary. For, you see, Joshilyn has the uncanny, rare ability to tell a poignantly meaningful tale that speaks volumes – through the trials and tribulations, joys and profound closeness of a family – to our current times with its resurgence of cultural and racial division; of violence, greed, and hatred. And what this author does with these through her all-too-real characters is to simply and positively offer growth, wisdom, solidarity, guidance, redemption, and hope.

Hope for the future of the divided town of Birchville; hope for her soon-to-be born Digby, who is the bridging metaphor of conquering divides; hope in the microcosm of a family’s struggles softened by deep, abiding love that stretches up and high into the surrounding community and the world; hope, that, yes, in the simple acts of love and kindness, all will eventually be well.

All wrapped in a most amazingly readable – and enjoyable – story, with plot lines that twist and turn in unexpected surprises. Not to mention the last heart-wrenching, soul-moving ten pages, which I read slowly, not wanting this novel to end. And when it did, I was, honestly, in tears. And it takes a lot – a whole lot – to move me to them. Joshilyn’s ninth novel did just that. It is that good!

The Almost Sisters, folks, might easily be this year’s best summer beach literary offering. I know it is mine.

Enjoy the read!

Death on West End Road
I have lately become a huge fan of mysteries. Especially those that are less macabre and more light-hearted. Like the Aunt Dimity series by Nancy Atherton or Alexander McCall Smith’s No. 1 Ladies’ Detective stories. The latest in my collection of what I’ll term “feminist mystery/romantic fiction” writers is Carrie Doyle. And, as it turns out, it’s yet, again, set in the Hamptons! I am on a roll, here, folks…

Carrie Doyle is a talented author who has combined many of her interests – mystery and crime novels, cooking, and general nosiness – into her creation of the Hamptons Murder Mystery series starting Antonia Bingham, a foodie innkeeper and reluctant detective. Death on West End Road (Hamptons Murder Mysteries Book 3) , the third of this fast-paced series was published just yesterday by Dunemere Books. The first two, Death on Lily Pond Land and Death on Windmill Way, were released back-to-back last year.

While each mystery of the series can be enjoyed as a stand-alone read, I made it a point to devour the first two before tackling the third. This way, I could trace Antonia’s story and that of Doyle’s other intriguing characters to fully appreciate the intricacies of main and sub- plots for each succeeding novel. I am glad I did because characters in the first book appear, disappear, and reappear in the second and third – more developed and complex as they weave in and out of Antonia’s life. Much like people in real life weaving in and out of one’s own spheres of reference.

I adore Antonia, by the way. She is a delightful combination of Melissa McCarthys' chief chef character in Gilmore Girls, Agatha Christies’ Miss Maple (although forty years younger), and Columbo (remember him?)  She is a tough, tenacious, intense, slightly overweight 36-year-old with a warm heart and a healthy sense of what is right and wrong. And her adventures in solving crimes – especially murder – are filled with wit and wonder. Which proves that Doyle, herself, is a great writer whose plot lines, as well as her characters – which and who are seemingly predictable – are chock full of twists and turns and surprise endings.

Just to give you a few teasers. In book one, Antonia solves the mystery of the murder of young documentary film maker. We meet her, the supporting staff of her inn and restaurant on Windmill Way, and her annoyingly persistent cohort in crime, the local journalist Larry Lipper (an apt name for his royal rudeness); Joseph, a much older history writer, enters the picture; as well as Genevieve, Antonia’s best, but often ditzy, best friend. We also meet a nearly improbable love-interest, Nick Darrow, who is a famous Hollywood actor. In number two, the case is cracked of the deaths of previous owners of Antonia’s inn. She thinks she is next. But is she? We meet again Gen, Nick, and Joseph… and Pauline Farmingham who is the primary suspect in the murder of her best friend on her family’s tennis court. In book three, Antonia is hired by Pauline to find the real murderer, only to be thwarted every step of the way by her erstwhile employer. Finding out why – and how – is the crux of a “never-saw-that-coming” denouement that had me racing to get to the last page.

In addition, Antonia has a complex backstory of her own, the details of which add multifaceted intricacies to her already multi-layered character. This, when read into, explains why she is who she is and why she does what she does.

This, folks, is mystery/romance fiction at its captivating best – right up there with Aunt Dimity! – all couched in the resplendent – as well as mouth-watering – diverse and interesting culture of the Hamptons. These reads are so almost real, you’d think you were actually in the Hamptons sitting in Antonia’s restaurant or walking the sandy, sun-lit beaches... without ever having to pack and leave the comfort of you own home.

In my humble opinion, Carrie Doyle’s most enjoyable whodunnits should be added to every adult’s summer reading list.

Enjoy the read(s)!