The Girl I Used to Be by April Henry

  She is Olivia Reinhart. Her adoptive mother, the one who later gave her up, gave her the name and the courts legalized it.  But, her real name is Ariel Benson, the three year old girl left in a Walmart by the man who rescued her from the woods where her parents were shot.  That day determined the shape of her life. 
     Now, fourteen years later as an emancipated minor, Olivia decides to alter her course and attends the funeral of her father.  His bones have been recently discovered, and suddenly, the "fact' that he was the murderer is not so factual.  Olivia/Ariel moves back to her hometown, and begins poking around searching for the real killer, and finding him may prove fatal.
     Well-paced, The Girl I Used to Be draws the reader in piece by pieced, enticing them to tug at the string of the tightly woven thriller.  Bruised and battered by the foster care system and by well meaning adults, it is logical that Olivia would tackle her task independently.  She moves through the suspects smoothly, but not without mistakes making the ending confrontation more believable. 
     As a mystery-thriller fan and a young adult librarian, I would recommend this well written novel to readers who are growing weary of the tried and tired plots in the adult thriller novels out there.The

The Backwash of War by Ellen N. La Motte

Ellen La Motte had experienced a successful career as a nurse in the United States before World War I.  But, it was a career of politics and bureaucracy that left her empty; so she sought a way out.  In 1915, she found her way to a French hospital on the Front in a small strip of Belgian that the French still held.  Always a writer, she set down her observations of the "human wreckage" of war and these vignettes were publish as articles in the Atlantic Monthly and eventually collected into the book, The Backwash of War.  Quickly it became quite popular in the US, but once the American boys were sent "over there," the American government decided it was too much and the book was banned in the US in 1918.


In her introduction to the 1934 re-release of her book, La Motte noted, "that we are now going through a period of peace, it seems an opportune moment for a new edition of the book....War has been described as 'months of boredom, punctuated by moments of intense fright.' During this time at the Front, the lines moved little, either forward or backward, but were deadlocked in one position...But where there is little or no action there is a stagnant place, and in that stagnant place is much ugliness."  It is that "ugliness" that La Motte captures in her curt, cynical voice through her clinical observations.


La Motte's stories reminded me of the stories I read by nurses from Vietnam.  The calm resignation to the destruction of war.  One of my favorite selections is, "There is an attack going on.  That does not mean that the Germans are advancing.  It just means that the ambulances are busy, for these old troops, these old wrecks upon the beds, are holding up the Germans.  Otherwise, we should be swept out of existence." These lines capture the so much of what La Motte has to say about war and the purpose of a human life caught up in war: a wounded soldier dams the flow, blocks progression of armies, forces  that are mightier and seemingly more important than a life.


I like that La Motte doesn't spend time moralizing or telling me what to think.  She observes and draws her conclusions but she doesn't preach, and for that reason I would highly recommend this little book for anyone seeking to understand at least one part of the impact of war.

Agent in Old Lace by Tristi Pinkston

Shannon Tate’s world is perfect: wonderful parents, great boyfriend ready to propose, and her own company that is fantastic.  As anyone knows, when things feel perfect or seem perfect, the hairs on the back of your neck should be standing on end, because something bad is going to happen.  And, for Shannon it does.  It turns out that her boyfriend is embezzling money from her father and several of her clients.  Then, he tries to kill her while proposing.  When the FBI become involved, she encounters yet another twist: the agent assigned to protect her must dress like a woman in order to stay close to her, then things get really crazy.

Essentially a cute little book with fairly well crafted characters and a solid plot, Agent in Old Lace lives up to its homey title.  There is just enough suspense, just enough romance, just enough humor to keep you interested.  Descriptions of characters, particularly the FBI agent all “woman-upped” could have been hilarious, but were just funny.  The big kiss doesn’t come until three quarters of the way in, but the sexual tension is mild.  A good book centered on a clever plot.  I enjoyed this simple read.

Falling into the mystery-romance genre, Pinkston’s novel has a little something for everyone.  It is LDS fiction so it has some religious references, mostly to prayer and “callings” in the Mormon Church and not enough to feel preachy or heavy handed.  Overall a satisfying read.

Under the Streets of Nice By Ken Follett and Rene L. Maurice

In 1976, Albert Spaggiari and his crew finally broke through the wall of the vault in the Societe Generale bank of Nice and stole $10 million dollars worth of gold ingots, jewelry and cash.  The police were stunned to discover that the thieves had entered through the sewer system where they had spent two months digging an access tunnel.  The plan was complex and comprehensive, and the brain, Spaggiari, led the police through a vast array of clues that embarrassed them.  Once caught, Spaggiari used stall tactics to protect his crew and eventually, he escaped, only to turn up dead twelve years later on his mother’s kitchen table.

Follett and Maurice present the complicated story in a professional and balanced form, even though you get the impression occasionally that they, themselves, were a little impressed with the cavalier, egocentric thief.  Easy to follow, the clues and evidence are woven together successfully as the authors engage the reader with just enough information to keep him reading. 

A non-fiction crime story, Under the Streets of Nice, presents an intriguing story without sensationalism.  Any references to drugs and sex are mild and fleeting as the authors retain their objective, factual presentation.  Only at the end do they “suppose” over the reasons why Spaggiari was so successful.

The Romantics by Leah Konen

     Subtitled "a rom-com about love told by Love," The Romantics is narrated by the Love. And, he has a job to do with Gael Brennan, a total romantic, who is clueless about what Love has planned for him.  Gael's parents are getting a divorce. His girlfriend is about to dump him for his best friend, and he is about to fall for the wrong girl.  It's as if Love needs a refresher course on how to do his job.
     I despise gimmicky plots and narration, so I had to read this novel just to prove why those gimmicks never work.  I was wrong.  Love was definitely NOT sappy and neither was the story or characters.  Gael was a romantic but avoided being a pathetic looser.  His conflicts were authentic.  His confusion and frustration with the choices of those around him captured the struggles teens face.  I had to look past his nearsightedness when it came to his best friend and girlfriend, but that was kind of minor. 
     Konen obviously understands young adults.  She catches the dynamics of their relationships, situations, and emotions.  I like that the novel had an elevated message; it was a bit too neatly summed up in the end, but for a light summer read I enjoyed it enough to forgive the pushy conclusions by Love about love.
     Am easy, funny and romantic comedy-romance, go for it, if you're in the mood for lighted hearted distraction with a point to be made.

The Man Who Couldn't Stop, OCD And the True Story of a Life Lost in Thought by David Adam

     "I'm so OCD." It's a common phrase used to describe the parts of our lives that we are meticulous about.  It's associated with repetitive actions like hand washing or checking the locks on the house repeatedly.  But, what is it really?
     I thought I understood OCD, until someone close to me began to suffer, and I mean suffer with it.  The Man Who Couldn't Stop examines the real drive behind the compulsive rituals that those with OCD exhibit.  When your thoughts turn against you and become powerfully intrusive, when those thoughts are abhorrent to you, and when you struggle to stop them and they then become more powerful, then you are in the true turmoil of OCD.
      Adam presents not only his personal nightmare with intrusive thoughts, but builds his work on the latest brain research, historical accounts, and the progression of theories throughout history.  Using personal insight, storytelling, compassion and occasionally humor, he creates a commanding and comprehensive account that is straightforward and enlightening.
     Intrusive thoughts are highly disturbing and often produce even more troubling compulsive actions. Be warned, this book is not for the faint of heart or those who are easily distressed. 

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

     Agatha takes her famous and fastidious detective, Hercule Poirot, for a murderous train ride in Murder on the Orient Express.  Poirot must suddenly travel from Istanbul to London.  It's December, so he believes getting a spot on the train will be easy, but meets great difficulty as the train is fully booked.  M. Bouc, a friend and fellow Belgian, who overseas this train manages to get Poirot aboard and quickly turns over his first class accommodations to Poirot.
   The train becomes stranded by a snowdrift, and Agatha has her favorite type a of setting, a closed "room" where a murder takes place and a limited number of suspects will reveal themselves to Poirot and his "little gray cells."
    Ratchett, a wealthy and unpleasant American approaches Poirot and asks him to discover who is going to kill him for he has been threatened.  Poirot refuses, "For I do not like your face." As usual, Poirot is right.  Rachett is a nasty fellow who soon ends up dead.  Poirot must now discover the killer among the 12 passengers.
     The Queen of Suspense fits perfectly as a title for Agatha Christie. I rarely solve her mysteries before the end and this novel was no exception.  I must admit that I fell in love with her funny, little Belgian sluth: his unexpected English phrases, his adroit observations, and his meticulous, even fussy, habits.  But, mostly I loved how he would pause and think, something missing in today's busy and blaring world.

     I give my highest recommendation for Orient Express to anyone who loves a challenging puzzle.  Definitely not a modern suspense page turner, but no murder mystery has been more finely crafted or deftly resolve than the one in this novel.

     Oh! This is a must read before the movie, even though you will know "who dun it."