In 1969, local golden boy Chase Andrews is found dead in the marsh outside Barkley Cove, North Carolina. Immediately the locals suspect Kya Clark, who is known as the “Marsh Girl.” As the investigation into Chase’s death occurs in the present, the narrative also explores Kya’s childhood and the experiences that led to her solitary life in the marsh.
Owens’ writing is so wonderfully evocative. She writes of the North Carolina marshes and coast with such love and admiration for its beauty and creatures. Even the human beings who inhabit it, set apart from the rest of the community, command a sort of respect and mystery. There’s a great sense of the small-town and all of its characters and history, too.
Kya is a resourceful, tough person–you’d have to be, after being abandoned in the swamp as a very young kid. But she finds beauty and hope and fulfillment in her solitary life. Less solitary, of course, after she becomes friends with a local boy named Tate, who teaches her to read, and then later, when she becomes acquainted with Chase Andrews. And from there, it’s a “did she or didn’t she” mystery as far as Kya’s role in Chase’s death.
There’s a real sense of magic to this story of a tough rural girl’s coming of age, and the lengths she’ll go to to keep herself safe. The stand-out part of the novel is the perfect sense of place and the depiction of Kya’s life out in the wild, where the crawdads sing.
Liz Kendall has divorced her abusive husband, but that doesn’t stop him from launching one last attack–only this time, Liz fights back and wins. However, in the moment, she feels as though someone else entered her body and controlled her actions. She continues to have episodes where it’s almost as if a second consciousness has entered her mind, taking control of her body and driven mostly by rage. Day by day Liz becomes more and more unsettled by what she thinks is a coping mechanism created by her own brain, but turns out to be a lot more sinister.
At the same time, a young girl named Fran is the survivor of a kidnapping. It’s ten years after her trauma and she still has vivid hallucinations, including one of a fox companion named Lady Jinx who acts as her dearest friend and protector. Along with hallucinations, Fran is missing a lot of memories. Determined to uncover the truth about what happened to her and overcome her trauma, Fran decides to go digging into the story of her kidnapping and the man who did it.
Eventually Fran and Liz’s stories intersect. Fran and Liz both go to the same psychologist, and then Fran becomes friends with Liz’s son Zac. Soon enough it is clear that it’s up to Fran to save Liz and her family from the violent interloper who threatens them.
This is a poignant and unsettling book about the nature of self, the aftermath of domestic violence, mental illness, and the possibilities of parallel universes and different realities. It’s also about love and loyalty and friendship. Carey’s writing is vivid and compelling, and he’s got a real way with his characters’ voices. This is a supernatural thriller, but one that’s firmly grounded in a story about family and love.
In 2017, Ella moves into a new house right next door to a crumbling mansion that is covered in DO NOT ENTER signs. Soon, she begins to see the shadowy figure of a girl in the windows and in the garden of the abandoned property.
In 1982, Mary keeps a diary of her days at an orphanage called Thornhill, in the very top room, all alone but for her puppets. She is tormented and bullied by another girl, referred to only as she. After months, as the orphanage is getting ready to close, Mary is finally pushed too far.
Ella has lost her mother and her dad is always at work, so when mysterious puppets begin to appear in the garden next door, left as gifts, she’s more than happy to accept them.
All Mary wants is a friend. And as scary story fans know, that’s never a good sign.
A charming book with a delightful main character! This screwball comedy from the 1930’s follows Miss Pettigrew as she’s swept up into the world of Delysia LaFosse, a nightclub singer.
Guinevere Pettigrew is a 40ish governess who desperately needs a new placement. She shows up at an apartment in London expecting to find children to take care of. Instead, she finds Delysia, an elegant young woman who needs to get a gentleman caller out of her apartment and enlists Miss Pettigrew’s help. From there, it’s one adventure after another, with Miss Pettigrew swept up in the middle.
Over the course of a day in Miss LaFosse’s company, Miss Pettigrew blossoms. She proves herself smart, loyal, good under pressure, and even might find a beau of her own. Her progression is really fun to read–the more she gets drawn in to the kind of world she’s only ever seen in movies, the more she finds she loves it. This does not remain a fish out of water story for very long–it’s more like a fish finding the right water kind of story.
The friendship that develops between the women is great to read, too. They complement each other nicely, and each has lessons to offer the other. Miss Pettigrew and Miss LaFosse have an excellent rapport, and the way the day winds up for the both of them is sweet and fulfilling.
The dialogue is crisp and very 1930’s, along with the fast pace and lots of supporting characters popping in and out (in very dramatic, theatrical fashion, of course!). Everything hinges on one misunderstanding, and you hope that Miss Pettigrew will keep quiet about it and enjoy her day of really living.
While this book doesn’t share the satirical edge of Gentlemen Prefer Blondesby Anita Loos, you might give that one a try if you enjoyed Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. It was definitely in my head as I read this. Cold Comfort Farm by Stella Gibbons could be another good readalike, for the humor and tone.
A crack team of animated teen detectives, The Blyton Summer Detective Club, solved their last case thirteen years ago. Though they caught the culprit (a guy in a costume with an evil scheme), all four of the kids never forgot that terrifying night they spent in a haunted house.
Now young adults, the members of the detective club are not doing so well: Kerri is a bartender with a drinking problem, Andy (deemed too aggressive for the military) has escaped from prison and is on the run, Nate is in an asylum, and Peter has killed himself. Andy is the one who decides the team has to get back together and revisit the scene of their last case, and put the true mystery to rest at all costs. That way, she figures, they’ll all be able to move on with their lives.
And it turns out there’s a lot more than just a guy in a mask waiting for them at the haunted mansion.
It’s inventive, original, and funny, with truly creepy scenes, lots of monsters, a suspenseful climax, tons of action, and a great mystery. It’s like Lovecraft blended with Scooby Doo!
If you like horror that doesn’t skimp on the comedy, give this a read this Halloween!
Letty, Marcia, Edwin, and Norman are low-level clerks who share an office in a very drab London in the 1970’s. They’re all retirement-age, all very private, and all lonely and a bit strange. The story follows the four of them through scenes of their lives outside of the office, and then, in the end, a move toward perhaps becoming more than simply workmates.
Pym’s satire is the gentle kind, rather than the acid kind–there are pointed barbs about the way the lonely elderly are treated by society, and about how the England of the 1970’s seemed like an alien place to those “born in Malvern in 1914 of middle-class English parents.” Yet there’s real affection for these people, no matter their quirks or problems. Pym writes with a lot of compassion.
Letty, the one from Malvern, is a tidy woman intent on education. Edwin loves church to the point of obsession (he reads all sorts of newsletters and goes to everyone’s services). Norman has lots of lofty plans which never quite materialize, as he finds himself keeping company with a brother-in-law he doesn’t like. The only really sad, tragic member of the quartet is Marcia–she quietly goes around the bend after a mastectomy.
The pace is brisk, and goes from scene to scene, character to character. It’s a very character-centered story, the focus always on these rather downtrodden office mates. But it’s not a sad book–none of the four are really sad. They’ve carved out their own happiness and their own little victories out of what their world has given them. And the story ends on a very hopeful note.
Give this one a try if you’re after a gentle read that’s still smart and pointed, and is populated with affectionately rendered, interesting (if a touch eccentric) characters.
Eleanor Oliphant is fine. Completely fine. Or at least, that’s what she tells herself, when the loneliness starts to be too much or when she has yet another awkward encounter with another person. As quickly becomes clear in Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine, Eleanor Oliphant is not completely fine.
Eleanor is in her early thirties and she lives a solitary life. She’s held the same office job for almost a decade. She gets a weekly phone call from her volatile mother. She’s socially inept, with real difficulty reading cues and interacting with other people. She keeps to a strict daily routine and her weekends are a blur of vodka-haze. Day after day, week after week, this is Eleanor’s life.
Until one day when she and a co-worker happen upon an elderly stranger who needs assistance. From there, Eleanor’s routines are upended, and she suddenly has plans for the future and more human contact than she’s used to.
There’s a dark layer in this book that I wasn’t expecting. Eleanor’s got a terrible, sad secret in her past, one that is uncovered as the book goes on. She’s solitary and disconnected for a good reason. However, this darkness makes the light at the story’s end that much brighter–there’s real weight and import in Eleanor’s growth as a person. She’s not quirky. She’s struggling to cope and to heal.
Which does not mean that she isn’t fun to read about. This is a very amusing book, and extremely heartwarming, too. There’s catharsis and change, but there’s also always a sturdy friend and hope for the future. Her voice is original and perfectly individual.
Eleanor’s relationship with Ray, the scruffy IT guy from her office, is gold. Ray is a kind, affable guy, and his patience with and affection for Eleanor is great to read about. Their friendship shows how much kindness can make a huge difference.
The entire novel was a fantasy played out in a snowglobe
Christopher Walken is a robot
They’ve been dead the entire time
It’s the sled
He’s been dressing up like his dead mom
There are two killers
It was an Army test
It was aliens
Is there a prize if I guess correctly?
Behind Her Eyes by Sarah Pinborough is an engaging and twisty thriller with plenty of psychological suspense and tension. Pinborough has a background in writing horror and dark fantasy, and it really shows here. The story involves Louise, a single mother in London. One night she meets a guy named David in a bar, who confesses he’s married. And then it turns out that David is Louise’s new boss, and they both find it difficult to deny their attraction. On top of that, Louise becomes friends with Adele, David’s troubled and mysterious wife.
Louise gets dragged into the dysfunctional relationship between David and Adele, and she’s not sure which of them she can trust. If she can trust either of them to be telling the truth about their backgrounds and pasts.
The narrative goes back and forth between Adele and Louise, and with Adele in particular, you’re never quite sure how much to believe. As the book goes on, you’re drawn into an intense triangle between these characters–the friendship between Louise and Adele, the passionate affair between Louise and David, the mysterious and perhaps sinister marriage of David and Adele. The plot is intricate, playing with past and present, with perceptions and secrets, until the final confrontation and shocker ending.
Yeah, about that ending. I don’t want to spoil it, but I will tell you this, my fellow thriller and mystery fans: it’s definitely unpredictable. Dirty pool. So blatantly entirely impossible that you’d ever figure it out that this is all I could think of after finishing:
My Lionel Twain-esque initial reaction aside, though, I did enjoy this novel immensely. It’s well-engineered, it’s atmospheric, it’s twisty, and the cat-and-mouse aspect is great fun. I liked the growing sense of dread and unease, and the crazily building tension.
Just open your mind to the idea that you’re in a psychological thriller that doesn’t play by the usual rules. Once you get over the shock, it’s actually pretty refreshing!
You might remember Grady Hendrix from such quirky horror novels as Horrorstor, in which retail employees fend off ghosts and torture devices in a big box store. In My Best Friend’s Exorcism, a night of drugs and skinny-dipping leads to demonic possession.
Abby and Gretchen have been friends since they were kids. But now that they’re in high school, something between them has shifted. Gretchen’s acting awfully weird, and despite everyone saying it’s just a teenage girl phase, Abby’s convinced it’s something much darker than that. And she’s willing to do anything to save her best friend.
This novel does a lot less with framing than Horrorstor, but the yearbook endpages are spot-on gold. And the exorcism scene toward the end is suitably disturbing and moving. Hendrix is great with blending creepiness, action, and humor, and it’s all used to very good effect here.
At its heart, this is the story of a friendship, and that core holds the novel together. You really care about Abby and Gretchen, and you want their friendship to succeed against all odds. Possession works incredibly well as a metaphor for adolescence, and while Hendrix doesn’t beat you over the head with it, that element plays a big part in the story.
If you like 80’s flicks and possession stories, give this one a try!