Hello everyone. I hope you're having a great day.
Well, I can't say anything sarcastic about my husband. A huge arrangement of flowers just arrived. This weekend is our anniversary. We had the sweetest wedding. It was in upstate New York, in a tiny white church from the 1800's. Then our reception was in a hotel near my dad's office. Besides ballrooms, the hotel has a pretty restaurant on the banks of a river. Every year we would all go there for lunch at the holidays. Of course, the restaurant would be packed with his coworkers and my dad would be so proud as my mom and us four girls were shown to our table. He kept pointing to us, talking to people as we went by...he actually claimed us as his daughters. Pretty good for a guy that really wanted a son. Anyway, our reception was at that hotel. We had a sit-down dinner, open bar, live jazz band, the works. Best of all we had our loved ones, so many of which are now gone. Sadly, this weekend also is the anniversary of my mother's death. It's always an odd time, both happy and terribly sad. As always, when there is something sad or housework I want to procrastinate on, I read. I've been reading lots!
I recently read The Homewreckers by Mary Kay Andrews. I've read and reviewed books by this author before, The Santa Suit just a few months ago. Usually, I get her holiday books. I'm always stressed, they look smaller, like a quick read, and they always have very festive holiday covers. While I'm not normally one of those people that buys books based on covers, I do allow myself to be a bit sucked in at Christmas. It's actually become a tradition. While the holiday books are always wonderful, I wasn't sure about a 400+ page novel.
The Homewreckers was charming. The story is about Hattie, who restores houses in Savannah. She is convinced to star in a tv show, sharing her contractor abilities with the world. The project is plagued by disaster after disaster, but when questions arise about a beloved teacher's disappearance years ago and how it might be tied to her new restoration, things get really troubling. This book has something for everyone, a romance, old houses, and a mystery.
A word about the writing, it is very nice. I have a pet peeve when someone describes xyz happening. Then someone walks up, and they tell every detail of xyz again. The two chapters later someone asks when happened and xyz gets explained in detail for a third time. Mary Kay Andrews does NOT do that. When an opportunity exists for an author to describe a series of events multiple times and they don't, I feel like they really respect their readers time which I appreciate.
This book, while not tense like my adored thrillers, is a very pleasant read. It would be great on a vacation or as a gift for someone buying a new house or moving to Savannah, or for any day of the week with a "d" in it. With a tag line of "Love, murder, and faulty wiring," how could it not be fun?
