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Mercy Snow by Tiffany Baker–321 pages
Book Blurb:
In the tiny town of Titan Falls, New Hampshire, the paper mill dictates a quiet, steady rhythm of life. But one day a tragic bus accident sets two families on a course toward destruction, irrevocably altering the lives of everyone in their wake. June McAllister is the wife of the local mill owner and undisputed first lady in town. But the Snow family, a group of itinerant ne’er-do-wells who live on a decrepit and cursed property, have brought her — and the town — nothing but grief. June will do anything to cover up a dark secret she discovers after the crash, one that threatens to upend her picture-perfect life, even if it means driving the Snow family out of town. But she has never gone up against a force as fierce as the young Mercy Snow. Mercy is determined to protect her rebellious brother, whom the town blames for the accident, despite his innocence. And she has a secret of her own. When an old skeleton is discovered not far from the crash, it beckons Mercy to solve a mystery buried deep within the town’s past.
My Review: 3.5 stars
I picked up this book on the heels of really enjoying the author’s previous book, Little Giant of Aberdeen County. I’m glad I did. This story takes on a “who done it” tone from the start yet the reader is surprising clued in to the answer about halfway through. Interestingly, we watch the characters puzzle the pieces together as some hide themselves from the truth while others are searching them out. The title of the book and main protagonist of the story is aptly named. The elements of fire, snow and water play their own part in the story. The repetitiveness of “town like Titan Falls” was too much for me; we get the hierarchy, the rumors and secrets, the small town gossip, the royalty and the lowlifes of a small town. This is an excellent selection for suspense readers.
Quotes I liked:
Funny how good intentions in a marriage could breed deception just as easily as they did intimacy.”
– “A silence fell over the room as the women took their needles, bent their heads, and began to stitch, their needles pricking, prying, and then just as quickly closing the tiny little holes they were making the fabric of one another’s lives.
– “Sometimes, though, a song was really meant for the singer.”
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