Yesterday I said I planned to read the first of the Maisie Dobbs series by Jacqueline Winspear. Before starting, I resumed reading The Kitchen House by Kathleen Grissom. My friend Sandy recommended this book and I read about half of it before I simply had to stop. I cared about the characters and too many of them were dying. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I read The Innocent Man because I had a clue that the accused would finally be exonerated. After finishing Grisham’s true story I decided to see what happened next in The Kitchen House. As Sandy had predicted, I couldn’t put it down. This morning I finished the book and read the author’s account of how she came to write the book. The story of strength against terrible odds is a powerful one. Thank you, Sandy, for recommending it.
Now back to a mystery. I need a bit of relief!