Genre: Adult, Mystery, Romance
Source: I received a copy to facilitate my review. The opinions expressed here are my own.
The house next door to Sarah and her mother Marie has been vacant since the murder that happened there when Sarah was ten. Their neighbor, Frieda, was like a second mother to Sarah and she died brutally and th eighborhood never recovered. No one has lived in Frieda's house for seventeen years. Imagine Sarah's surprise when it finally sells to an on-line buyer. She looks through the thick growth separating her house from the other and a wild man looks back. He's not exactly wild. He's thirty-seven year old Spencer Gundry. Once he shaves the beard and gets a haircut, he's not hard to look at. Well Sarah's mom doesn't think so, and neither does she. Problem is, Spencer has a few secrets of his own.
I love books that combine mystery and romance. That is what this book does. This is not a boy meets girl and they fall in love immediately type of book. They both are carrying some baggage with them that makes their relationship take time to develop. I really didn't like Sarah's mom too much. She just seemed over the top dramatic. The old man who lived across the street from Sarah had a son. He moved out leaving the old man living in the chaos and filth he'd been living in for quite some time. I loved the way that Sarah took charge and "told" him what was going to happen and then ignored him and did it anyway. Sarah was one of those people who had to fix and care for everyone else when she herself needed fixing. You don't really find out why she and Spencer are the way they are until near the end. When you learn Sarah's story your heart will really ache. You have a new understanding of her and her mom. The revelation still didn't make me like her mom more. I still felt she was selfish and self-centered. This was a strange but interesting book. I've enjoyed reading books by this author.
About the Author:
Diane Munier was raised as a midwestern urban kid. She spent a lot of time nosing around in the many establishments that filled the neighborhood. Love of story grew as she sat in various places--pews, restaurant chairs, barstools, and listened to the story-tellers, the keepers of the tales that patched us together. Lots of colors in the neighborhood quilt, lots of threads and shapes and patterns. It was all music ad she wondered how to capture what she was feeling; she wondered how to share it. Diane wanted a voice and to take her place in the quilt. She's currently learning to stitch some small part of it together.