A Flicker in the Dark by Stacy Willingham

Hello everyone.  I hope you are having a good day.

I had the world's best dad.  He adored his family despite wanting a boy and getting four girls instead. He would come home from work to find us kids in the pool, while my mom made dinner.  Yes, we had an inground heated pool...I know it was a luxury but now I practically spend its cost on a week's groceries but I'm getting off topic.  My dad would come home from work, put on his swim trunks and come out to the pool carrying a tray of soda.  He worked, then came home and served us drinks! He was in his happy place, with his family.  He also loved vacations and history.  I think he might have broken the world record for most historical markers read while in motion and having four kids yelling about who is on their side of the car and wondering where their shoes went. I got lucky in the parent department, some kids don't.  

I recently read A Flicker in the Dark by Stacy Willingham.  This is Stacy's first book, but I highly doubt it will be her last.  In this story Chloe is a child psychologist in Baton Rouge.  She's been emotionally on the edge since she was a kid.  Her father was a serial killer, murdering young girls, Chloe was the person to discover his crimes and turned her dad into the police.  Now her dad sits still in jail and the twentieth anniversary of the first killing approaches.  When girls start going missing again, Chloe doesn't know what to think, especially as these disappearances get closer to her with one being her patient and Chloe the last to see her.

This book is thriller-ific.  It will have your head spinning round like you ate bad pea soup for dinner (Exorcist).  The author has you believing one thing, examining one person then the next.  As so often happens, I pronounced myself Queen of the thrillers telling all who would listen, my husband only, that I had determined the ending.  I might have been the teensiest bit wrong.

This quick read will have you doubting everyone and trusting no one.

Ukraine

I try to be silly here, tell you a goofy story that somehow relates to the topic of the book I've read.  I can't be a goofball today.  I'm sad.  I never thought lots of people would read this, I just used it as a reason to buy more books. Surprisingly many people do read this and to my amazement they are from all over, not just the United States.  A large number of people that put up with me here are from Ukraine.  I try to never be political; you get enough of that everywhere else.  Everyone has an opinion, most are different from the next, making the world an interesting place.  However, I can't help but be terrified for the world about what is going on.  I can't imagine you have the time to read this, while literally running for your life, but if someone from Ukraine does please know that your area is being shown on media here constantly.  My heart breaks for you. Fleeing from your home, trying to pick which precious photo to take with you or taking your child and pet into a subway station to not be bombed is just....unbelievable...horrifying.  I'm sorry to get so sappy, it's overwhelming watching it here, living it is unthinkable.

Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead by Elle Cosimano

Hello everyone.  I hope you are having a nice day.

You know how when you were a kid your mother told you not to touch anything when you went into a store with lots of breakable items?  Well, she did that because of people like me.  Some people are born to move like a tiger.  Some are born to walk like a ballerina, floating on a sea of cotton.  Let's face it, some people are just born with a natural grace.  Me?  I was born as clumsy as can be.  Seriously, I can touch a tomato and it will squirt juice all over me, if I reach across the table, I'm certain to hit my sleeve on the freshly poured cup of scalding hot tea sending it everywhere.  I am the person who special ordered a convection oven, then roasted an upright chicken.  A word of advice, don't!  The fan splatters grease everywhere, you have to give the oven the full Silkwood scrub down.  That wasn't even the time I set the oven on fire.  Yes, my fate in life is to be a klutz.

I recently read Finlay Donovan Knocks 'Em Dead by Elle Cosimano.  This is the sequel to Finlay Donovan is Killing It.  This book takes up where the first left off, will all the same characters and goings on.  No, you don't have to read the first but why wouldn't you...it was a blast.  These books are kind of mysteries...I say kind of because Finlay Donovan is the hit woman.  She is an author and is explaining her book plot to her agent in a restaurant when she is overheard by someone who thinks her story outline is real...that she is a killer for hire and tries to hire Finlay.  That is the very beginning of the first book.  Now we resume with Finlay, her family and Vero, the crazy nanny.  Something has gone very wrong as Finlay discovers someone has put a "hit" out on her so to be ex-husband Steven.  While Vero wants to jump for joy that cheating scoundrel could soon be out of the picture permanently, Finlay decides she needs to find out who wants him dead and why.  

This book is different from the first, it's not quite so bumbling.  Oh, there is plenty that goes awry and loads to laugh at but this time much of it comes from Vero's "told you so" sense of humor. It's fast, easy reading that will have you laughing out loud and craving more...just like the first book.  The only bad thing about this is that it came to an end.  More laughs I can always use!

The Maid by Nita Prose

Hello everyone.  I hope you are well.

During this time where we have found ourselves at home more due to pandemic and weather, have you found yourself cleaning more?  I know there was a huge rush of people cleaning out closets when Covid first hit, as if that was adequate entertainment.  I am sorry to say that if you open any of my closets you best duck as you're likely to get beaned with a flying sneaker.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I love the house to be perfect, I just don't want to be the one to make it that way.  I admit, after seeing news stories about industrious people organizing their homes, making good use of their time, I was inspired.  I cleaned out a drawer in our dining room buffet.  Yep, that's as far as I got.  I don't know, it all lost its appeal as soon as I found the exploded fifteen-year-old batteries that put acidy white powder over everything.  I mean there is cleaning, then there is real cleaning.  I am more of a "wave a sponge around and light a good smelling candle" girl.

I recently read The Maid by Nita Prose.  This is the story of a young woman named Molly.  She leads an orderly life.  She lost her best friend, mentor and roommate, her beloved grandmother a few months ago.  Gran had helped Molly navigate through life as Molly is a bit awkward with social situations. What is Molly good at? Cleaning.  Molly loves and is great at cleaning.  She is one of those people who is fortunate to do what she loves as Molly works at a grand hotel as a maid.  Yes, you read that correctly she loves to clean and return rooms to a state of perfection.  One day, she tries to service the suite of a wealthy couple only to find the husband dead.  What happened? Was he killed?  Who did it?  

This book was interesting and fun.  Some have described it like the game Clue, which is accurate.  I swear as I read even the book looked cleaner than most, with crisper printing and more accurately cut book pages.  Molly is so contagious she actually gave me a physical book in the "state of perfection".  The writing is wonderful and characters complex, you won't be disappointed with this classic who-dun-it.

So, take off your maid costume (I won't judge) and put down your feather duster and go get this book.

The Overnight Guest by Heather Gudenkauf

Hello everyone. I hope you are warm and safe.

Holy cow it's snowing.  Not here of course, it's 70 here.  My sisters, however, are getting loads of ice, soon to be followed by lots of snow.  To be honest, normally I'd be laughing hysterically now, but the ice freaks me out.  The whole bit about no traction on roads, it raining trees knocking power out and having no heat seems just a tiny bit dangerous. When we were kids, we did "the snow dance" which we should have patented because it was often effective in bringing snow and the desired outcome of no school the next day.  We would perch ourselves kneeling on the couch, elbows on the back looking at the street in front of our house.  The hill it sat on could predict things like whether or not you should bother doing your homework, simply by denying cars passage upward.  If cars didn't make the hill, no classes.  The time a car slid backwards down the hill hitting our mailbox...no school for two days. Yep, the snow dance and our prediction center were mystical.  Poor kids now have home schooling on bad weather days, shame you're missing out on Frosted Flakes and hours of cartoons.

I recently read The Overnight Guest by Heather Gudenkauf. This is the story of Wylie, an author, who writes about true crime.  Wylie is in a rural farmhouse working on her latest book when a horrible snow and ice storm hits.  With power and phone out, she finds herself truly alone until she finds a hurt child, outside in the storm. As Wylie tries to find out the history of this child, the reader goes back in time to learn about a terrible crime.  Twenty years earlier two people are brutally murdered, and a girl goes missing.  Gudenkauf does a great job at pulling these two timelines and stories together.  This fast-reading book is action packed and will have you bleary eyed giving up your sleep just to keep flipping pages.  If you are in the mood for a real thriller and a wild ride, this one is for you.

Get yourself a big cup of hot chocolate and the economy size eye drops for this one, you'll need it!