She wouldn’t mind escaping into a book. Her own life is far from perfect.
What happens when the entire country is locked-down and you are locked-in with your husband 24/7? Well you read a book where people are locked-in a lodge in which one man might have murdered his wife and another would like to kill his.
He looks at his wife, seated a short distance away, and allows his gaze to rest on her. He doesn’t doubt that … killed his wife. Because he can understand it. He can understand the impulse to want to kill your wife. To just want to end things, and to be able to move on, without all the carping. He would like to reach over to the hearth and grab the iron poker—it’s an arm’s length away—and strike his unsuspecting wife over the head with it. He knows just how it would feel, how the poker would feel in his hand, because he’s been tending the fire occasionally. He imagines leaning down as if to poke the flames, then changing course and turning suddenly, raising his arm and bringing the poker down as fast and as hard as he can and spilling her brains. Would she look up in time to realize what he was doing? What would her face look like? He would have to make the first blow count. He wonders if a poker would do it, if it would be heavy enough. Would he have enough force in his arm? How many times would he have to hit her, to be sure? Perhaps something heavier . . .
Remarkable choice indeed! And what would poor hubby think if he was to ever read this post?:)
Mitchell’s Inn is a quaint, little lodge where there is no cellular network, no wi-fi but rather good old library with books for reading offered to the guests in their rooms.
Matthew has noticed bookcases around the hotel, filled with books of all sorts.
“I found an old Agatha Christie on my bedside table,” Lauren volunteers.
“That’s me,” Bradley says. “I put books in all the rooms. So much nicer than chocolates on the pillows, don’t you think? Although we do the chocolates, too, of course.” He grins.
“I think it’s refreshing,” Lauren says.
“We actually have a rather extensive library. I can find you something else if you like. I’m very familiar with what’s in there—I’ve read most of them. Our guests like to read in the library, of course, but in the summer they read in the hammock, or by the pool, or in the gazebo.”
When the power fails there is no generator but rather oil lamps. Run by the Harwood family, the lodge has an old world charm and people come there to de-stress.
Ten strangers find themselves in the lodge on a weekend: David, an attorney, is there to take a break from trials and cases; War-correpondent Riley is on the verge of a mental collapse and lets herself be persuaded by her friend Gwen to come to the lodge to recuperate; lover-birds Matthew and Dana are there for some blissful time to get away from the stress of planning a grand wedding; Lauren and Ian too want to spend some time together while middle-aged Beverly and Henry are there to re-discover (?) the ardour of their married life. Writer Candice is there to write her novel in peace. But a snow-strom of exceptional fury mars all their plans as the lodge plunges into darkness, chaos, guilty secrets, and murder…
Shari Lapena’s book has its moments and there is a delicious twist in the end but is not one that will stay with me or which I’d want to re-read.. The present tense used is also extremely jarring at places. Still, the novel helped me tide over two extremely stressful days and so I am extremely grateful for that.
Friday, 4:45 p.m.
The road curves and twists unexpectedly as it leads higher and deeper into the Catskill Mountains, as if the farther you get from civilization, the more uncertain the path.
Publication Details: NY: Viking, 2018
First Published: 2018
Other books read of the same author: None
What have you been reading these days? Have you read this book, how did you find it? Other locked-in mysteries that you’d like to recommend?