Ah, a new Kate Morton book. I like her writing. And I liked this book. The other day I overheard someone talking about Kate Morton’s books and how she is their favorite mystery writer. I paused. She’s a mystery writer? I suppose she is. And as I read this book, I accepted that perhaps, is a way, she is a mystery writer. She had me guessing the whole way through. I wanted to figure it out, just what happened? Why was the mom the way she was? Why did that happen in the garden? And so on.
I didn’t guess it. I liked it, but I didn’t guess it.
I’m hoping she doesn’t turn into a book a year, easy million dollar pay check, author who loses their touch and becomes totally predictable. Fingers crossed!