Mennonite in a Little Black Dress, by Rhoda Janzen **

Not long after Rhoda Janzen turned forty, her world turned upside down. It was bad enough that her husband of fifteen years left her for Bob, a guy he met on Gay.com, but that same week a car accident left her injured. Needing a place to rest and pick up the pieces of her life, Rhoda packed her bags, crossed the country, and returned to her quirky Mennonite family’s home, where she was welcomed back with open arms and offbeat advice. (Rhoda’s good-natured mother suggested she get over her heartbreak by dating her first cousin—he owned a tractor, see.)

Written with wry humor and huge personality—and tackling faith, love, family, and aging—Mennonite in a Little Black Dress is an immensely moving memoir of healing, certain to touch anyone who has ever had to look homeward in order to move ahead.

One word sums up my opinion on this book - "Meh".

It also holds the distinction of being the first book I haven't come close to finishing since I started this blog. It wasn't awful, it just wasn't funny or even all that amusing. I got as far as about 100 pages before I got distracted, and set it aside.  Since then, I've thought periodically that I should finish it, but something's holding me back. Finally, I decided that I don't have to finish books just because I "should". If I had enjoyed more, I probably would have finished it long ago. So, there you have it. The first book in my "unread" pile.

Caught, by Harlan Coben ***

17 year-old Haley McWaid is a good girl, the pride of her suburban New Jersey family, captain of the lacrosse team, headed off to college next year with all the hopes and dreams her doting parents can pin on her. Which is why, when her mother wakes one morning to find that Haley never came home the night before, and three months quickly pass without word from the girl, the community assumes the worst.

Wendy Tynes is a reporter on a mission, to identify and bring down sexual predators via elaborate—and nationally televised—sting operations. Working with local police on her news program Caught in the Act, Wendy and her team have publicly shamed dozens of men by the time she encounters her latest target. Dan Mercer is a social worker known as a friend to troubled teens, but his story soon becomes more complicated than Wendy could have imagined.

In a novel that challenges as much as it thrills, filled with the astonishing tension and unseen suburban machinations that have become Coben’s trademark, Caught tells the story of a missing girl, the community stunned by her loss, the predator who may have taken her, and the reporter who suddenly realizes she can’t trust her own instincts about this case—or the motives of the people around her

There are two kinds of mysteries, I think. There are the mysteries with foreshadowing and clues that are subtly hidden throughout the story that inform the reader, à la "Sixth Sense". These clues shouldn't be enough to solve the mystery, but once the answer is given, they should be enough that the reader understands exactly what happened and why.

Alternatively, there are mysteries where the readers follow the protagonist through the various steps as they solve the mystery. Done well, the reader can figure out the whodunit with the main character. Hidden clues throughout the book would lead up to the answers, and once exposed, tie everything together.

What I'm not a big fan of are the second type of mysteries, when the reader follows the protagonist through the various steps to solve the mystery, only to have the answer come out of left field with little to no warning. If the author needs to explain him or herself for 15-20 pages after the mystery is solved, they haven't done their job in my opinion.

This was that kind of book. There was a mystery. There was a character with a supporting cast who intended to solve the mystery. She ran around to check things out. Possibilities were tossed out. Red Herrings were provided. When the mystery was solved, the answer came out of the blue. The explanations then had to be spoon fed to the reader, because there hadn't been enough information provided earlier in the book.

I found myself getting into the story as I read this book, but not to the extent that I had any trouble putting it down. The main character was believable, but some of the supporting characters were beyond weird. As for the mystery - this is where it failed, in my opinion. I didn't read the last few pages. I read until the mystery was solved. I read 10-15 pages of explanation of how the solution came about, and then I'd had enough.

Mistress of Nothing, by Kate Pullinger ****

Lady Duff Gordon is the toast of Victorian London society. But when her debilitating tuberculosis means exile, she and her devoted lady's maid, Sally, set sail for Egypt. It is Sally who describes, with a mixture of wonder and trepidation, the odd menage (marshalled by the resourceful Omar) that travels down the Nile to a new life in Luxor. When Lady Duff Gordon undoes her stays and takes to native dress, throwing herself into weekly salons, language lessons and excursions to the tombs, Sally too adapts to a new world, which affords her heady and heartfelt freedoms never known before. But freedom is a luxury that a maid can ill-afford, and when Sally grasps more than her status entitles her to, she is brutally reminded that she is mistress of nothing.

I was pleasantly surprised by this book, and enjoyed it a lot more than I expected. It's a winner of the Canadian Governor General Literary Award, which is two sided sword. While the award usually indicates that the book is well written, I've found books by Canadian authors to be typically very dark. This one wasn't. It was moody but not depressing as it talked about the difficulty of being a lower class female (ie - a maid) during the Victorian times and described the characters' time in Egypt. It also had a great description of the Egyptian setting and culture without distracting from the story.

Girls in Trucks, by Katie Crouch **

Sarah Walters, the narrator of GIRLS IN TRUCKS, is a reluctant Camellia Society debutante. She has always felt ill-fitted to the rococo ways of Southern womanhood and family, and is anxious to shake the bonds of her youth. Still, she follows the traditional path laid out for her. This is Charleston, and in this beautiful, dark, segregated town, established rules and manners mean everything.

But as Sarah grows older, she finds that her Camellia lessons fail her, particularly as she goes to college, moves North, and navigates love and life in New York. There, Sarah and her group of displaced deb sisters try to define themselves within the realities of modern life. Heartbreak, addiction, disappointing jobs and death fail to live up to the hazy, happy future promised to them by their Camellia mothers and sisters.

When some unexpected bumps in the road--an unplanned birth, a family death--lead Sarah back home, she's forced to take another long look at the fading empire of her youth. It takes a strange turn of events to finally ground Sarah enough to make some serious choices. And only then does she realize that as much as she tried to deny it, where she comes from will always affect where she ends up. The motto of her girlhood cotillion society, "Once a Camellia, always a Camellia," may turn out to have more wisdom and pull to it than she ever could have guessed.

I can't say I loved this one. Each chapter tells a story about a debutant as she progresses from high school to her 30's, during which she drinks too much, does drugs and sleeps with a lot of men. The first chapter (story) seemed kind of funny, but they went down hill from there. The stories told in the chapters seemed kind of random and without reason - one is a letter that an otherwise minor character leaves behind for her cheating husband after she dies. I kept waiting for something to happen that would explain what had come before, or tie things together. It never happened.

I didn't like the main character, and didn't really like the supporting characters. There was no underlying plot that caught and held my attention... it seemed a lot more like a collection of tales from a frat house than a story of a debutant.

The Weight of Silence, by Heather Gudenkauf ****

It happens quietly one August morning. As dawn's shimmering light drenches the humid Iowa air, two families awaken to find their little girls have gone missing in the night.
Seven-year-old Calli Clark is sweet, gentle, a dreamer who suffers from selective mutism brought on by tragedy that pulled her deep into silence as a toddler.

Calli's mother, Antonia, tried to be the best mother she could within the confines of marriage to a mostly absent, often angry husband. Now, though she denies that her husband could be involved in the possible abductions, she fears her decision to stay in her marriage has cost her more than her daughter's voice.

Petra Gregory is Calli's best friend, her soul mate and her voice. But neither Petra nor Calli has been heard from since their disappearance was discovered. Desperate to find his child, Martin Gregory is forced to confront a side of himself he did not know existed beneath his intellectual, professorial demeanor.

Now these families are tied by the question of what happened to their children. And the answer is trapped in the silence of unspoken family secrets.

To be perfectly honest, the only reason why I bought this book was because Amazon kept recommending it to me. For almost a year, it seemed like almost every time I ordered a book, Amazon would come back and say if I liked that one, I'd like this one too. I don't normally like stories about missing children - I find them too disturbing - but this one was good.

I can't say much about the plot without giving it away, but I will say it was a new take on this sort of story. The focus is more on Callie and her family than it is on Petra.   For Callie, the question is more about what led to her disappearance than where she was, and for Petra the question was where she'd gone.  Actually, I was almost finished the book before I understood what was going on with Petra. It's more Callie's story, but Petra is an integral part that helps tie everything up at the end. Good book.

The Lucky One, by Nicholas Sparks ****

After U.S. Marine Logan Thibault finds a photograph of a smiling young woman buried in the dirt during his tour of duty in Iraq, he experiences a sudden streak of luck -- winning poker games and even surviving deadly combat. Only his best friend, Victor, seems to have an explanation for his good fortune: the photograph -- his lucky charm.

Back home in Colorado, Thibault can't seem to get the woman in the photograph out of his mind and he sets out on a journey across the country to find her. But Thibault is caught off guard by the strong attraction he feels for the woman he encounters in North Carolina - Elizabeth, a divorced mother -- and he keeps the story of the photo, and his luck, a secret. As he and Elizabeth embark upon a passionate love affair, his secret soon threatens to tear them apart -- destroying not only their love, but also their lives.

Filled with tender romance and terrific suspense, THE LUCKY ONE is an unforgettable story about the surprising paths our lives often take and the power of fate to guide us to true and everlasting love.

First, a tangent: You know what I would really like to see in a book? I'd like to see the main character have a dog that isn't so darned perfect. Maybe he's got no recall, or jumps like a pogo stick any time somebody new comes through the door. Maybe she stands on the back deck and barks like a fiend when a leaf so much as drops. Either way, I'd like to see a dog that - despite their owner's attempts to train them - can really be a pain in the ass. Show me a book with a dog like that, and I'll show you a book with some credibility.

Back to the book - I think it's generally accepted that Nicholas Sparks is escapism. His work isn't deep, but it's entertaining and makes you feel good in the end. This was exactly that. A quick easy read that took little to no thought, during or after I was reading it. I enjoyed it, but I generally prefer books with a little more substance... or dogs that get into the kitchen garbage.

Pray for Silence, by Linda Castillo *****

One family. One horrific murder. An entire town under suspicion…

The Planks moved from Lancaster County Pennsylvania to the small Amish community of Painters Mill, hoping to resume the comforts of the Plain Life in Ohio. Less than one year later, the family of seven is found dead—slaughtered on their own farm.

Police Chief Kate Burkholder and her small force have few clues, no motive, and no suspect. Formerly Amish herself, Kate is no stranger to the secrets the Amish keep from their “English” neighbors—and each other. When the diary belonging to the rebellious teenager Mary Plank turns up, Kate is surprised to find not only a kindred spirit but a murder suspect: the charismatic stranger who stole Mary’s heart.

Then there’s Mary’s brother, Aaron. Shunned by his family and the rest of the Amish community, could he have returned to seek revenge? Now it’s up to Kate to search for some dark truths about the Planks—and confront long-buried secrets of her own. As Kate’s obsession with the case grows so does her resolve to bring the killer to justice—even if it means putting herself into the line of fire . . .

This book is the follow up to "Sworn to Silence" by the same author, that I reviewed last spring. I thought this one was as good, if not better, than the first. They're both good mystery books with the same imperfect but relatable characters. Lots of suspense, some violence, but described in a way that I didn't find it too graphic.