Get grounded at DFW for fourteen hours due to tornadoes? More time for books! This week, I read my through a bunch of books I’ve been meaning to read for ages, including:
— J. Courtney Sullivan’s Saints for All Occasions, a look at an Irish family in Boston over the course of two generations, and what one secret can do to a family;
— Christine Mangan’s Tangerine, a twisty novel of psychological suspense unpicking the relationship between two former Bennington roommates, one a married woman in Tangier, the other a working woman who suddenly shows up on the doorstep for a visit, going forth between the past and the present as the truth becomes more and more sinister;
— Susan Wiggs’s Family Tree, about a cooking show producer who finds herself back in her Vermont home town after an accident lands her in a coma for a year, reconnecting with her family’s maple sugar business and the man she once loved and lost (the wholesome sweetness and happily ever after was a perfect antidote to Tangerine);
— Piper Weiss’s You All Grow Up and Leave Me: A Memoir of Teenage Obsession, part memoir, part true crime, about a tennis coach who preyed on his students in New York in the early 90s. Piper and I were classmates at the same tiny all girls’ school, so, I’ll confess, it was fascinating to me to see my own world through someone else’s eyes (including a deeply awful Drama Club production about women writers, which has remained a running joke between me and my best friend to this day), and to realize what different experiences can be had under the same roof;
— Elsie Lee’s Season of Evil, classic 1970s romantic suspense. I came home from my trip to two sick kids and promptly caught the bug– which meant comfort reads. Nothing says comfort read to me like Elsie Lee. Snarky first person heroines who always have a PhD or a business degree and are simultaneously either deeply ditzy in a clever way or super-efficient organizers who cut a wide swathe through everyone in their paths;
— and, since this bug is really a nasty one, Elsie Lee’s Sinister Abbey (really, can you beat that as a title?), about a fabric designer who stumbles into international espionage, as one does.
I have a pile of new books to read, but while I’m still blazing through NyQuil and tissues, I’m thinking this may be a Georgette Heyer and Jennifer Crusie week for me.
What are you reading this week?