Book reviews of mysteries, historical fiction and graphic novels with a smattering of non-fiction books.
Friday, April 16, 2021
The Wedding
Thursday, April 15, 2021
The Girl in the Painting
This story takes place in Australia and it alternates between 1906 and 1862. Orphan Jane Piper is nine years old when philanthropists Michael and Elizabeth Quinn take her into their home to further her schooling. The Quinns are no strangers to hardship. Having arrived in Australia as penniless immigrants, they now care for others as lost as they once were. Despite Jane's mysterious past, her remarkable aptitude for mathematics takes her far over the next seven years, and her relationship with Elizabeth and Michael flourishes as she plays an increasingly prominent role in their business. When Elizabeth reacts in terror to an exhibition at the local gallery, Jane realizes no one knows Elizabeth after all - not even Elizabeth herself. As the past and present converge and Elizabeth's grasp on reality loosens, Jane sets out to unravel her story before it's too late.
Friday, April 9, 2021
The Art Collector's Daughter
As I was reading this novel I had a sneaking suspicion that I had read it before or saw a movie based on it. It seemed familiar. A search of my blogger posts did not find anything so I continued to read. It has an interesting plot but because it was so familiar I didn't enjoy it as much as I would have if the storyline was new to me. I guess I have read too many Nazi art theft novels.
The publisher's summary:
As the German's advance on Paris in 1940, a young Jewish girl, Sylvie Vasseur, is sent by her father to rural Ireland to live with the Courtney family. He also sends his valuable art collection - including a portrait of Sylvie by the renowned Mateus, Girl on a Swing. Sylvie is education by the narcissistic elder son Nicholas Courtney when she is eighteen, but he abandons her when he discovers she is pregnant. To avoid the inevitable social stigma, Sylvie marries his brother Peter. In Dublin, she becomes involved in the art scene, achieving critical acclaim as a painter. But, trapped in a loveless marriage, she continues to be obsessed with Nicholas. Until, unexpectantly, secrets from her father's past emerge, leading her to question everything she once believed. Shortly after, she is found drowned on a Wexford beach.
Seventeen years later, Claire Howard, struggling art historian, is hired by the Courtney family to record Sylvie's lifeworks. Fascinated by the artist and working with Sylvie's son Sam, Claire travels between Dublin and Paris, eventually unravelling a labyrinth of deceit and lies that threaten to endanger her life.
The books is advertised as an historical thriller. It is not a thriller but rather an historical mystery. I don't think that the writing style meets the thriller formula. That said, the plot is intricate and sophisticated. A plot twist at the halfway point moves the direction of the expected outcome toward a different path. I was not expecting this twist and it added to my enjoyment of the novel.
The Irish setting interested me because I have never read a book that was set in Ireland. When the story alternates between Ireland and Paris, the Paris setting is familiar to me as I have read many books that were set in France. I have always loved reading about Paris. The writing about Ireland, on the other hand, could have been more descriptive. I was expecting to read more about the weather and the topography of the island. What we read read about is the societal norms of the country, which I believe most readers already know about for this war era.
The characters could have been more developed, particularly Peter. We don't really know what makes him tick. Why did he put up with so much shunning from Sylvie? What is his personality like? We know more about Nicholas than Sylvie's husband. Nicholas is the usual male cad and we women know exactly what to expect from him. Sylvie was a compelling character. She grew from being a shy, fearful girl into a confident woman but only after discovering her artistic talents. As an artist myself I can feel exactly what she feels when she is painting. There is an ecstasy to the process of creating something on a canvas.
This was a good book but as I stated earlier, the familiarity of the story to other books that I have read affected my enjoyment of it. 3 out of 5 stars.
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
One Perfect Grave
Saturday, April 3, 2021
The Easter Sepulcre
Friday, April 2, 2021
The French Paradox
The Queen's Marriage
Thursday, April 1, 2021
The Blended Quilt
Haunted Hibiscus
"It is the week before Halloween and Theodosia Browning, proprietor of the Indigo Tea Shop, and her tea sommelier, Drayton, are ghosting through the dusk of a cool Charleston evening on their way to the old Bouchard Mansion. Known as the Grey Ghost, this dilapidated place was recently bequeathed to the Heritage Society, and tonight heralds the grand opening of their literary and historical themed haunted house.Though Timothy Neville, the Patriarch of the Heritage Society, is not thrilled with the fund-raising idea, it is the perfect venue for his grandniece, Willow French, to sign copies of her new book, Carolina Crimes & Capers. But amidst a parade of characters dressed as Edgar Allen Poe, Lady Macbeth, and the Headless Horseman, Willow's body is suddenly tossed from the third-floor tower room and left to dangle at the end of a rope. Police come screaming in and Theodosia's boyfriend, Detective Pete Riley, is sent to Willow's apartment to investigate. But minutes later, he is shot and wounded by a shadowy intruder.Timothy begs Theodosia to investigate, and shaken by Riley's assault, she readily agrees. Now, she questions members of the Heritage Society and a man who claims the mansion is rightfully his, as well as Willow's book publisher and fiance, all while hosting a Sherlock Holmes tea and catering several others."
- the front door da-dinged
- I only have time for drive-by kisses and hugs
- He's as wide as a soccer mom's van
- Holy cats, what a mess
- Floradora Florist
- Being young and dipped in folly, I fell in love with melancholy