Welcome to another interesting stack of “how the shelf stacks”. (And hopefully a stack where the linky works because last week’s didn’t.)
We’re back home. The flooring is just about done although Tuna’s high anxiety hasn’t come down yet and he hasn’t come up from the basement except for stealth reconnaissance runs late at night. Just wait until you see tomorrow’s picture!
I do have some pretty covers, and some interesting covers, and some pretty interesting covers this time around. IMNSHO the prettiest covers are Lady Tremaine, Where the False Gods Dwell and surprisingly, The Girls Before. I think I just love that shade of blue because the image IN the blue is a bit creepy in a ‘someone is out to get me and this is where they’re waiting’ kind of way. Of course I love the cover of The Sisters of Book Row because books. Lots of books.
Once upon a time, this was the Month of Books Giveaway Hop, now it’s the Seasons of Books Giveaway Hop, with the hops starting on the days the seasons change. Today, March 20, is the first official day of SPRING for the 2026 season. In other words, today is the Spring Equinox, the day when the light catches up to the dark and the day and night are equal or would be if that pesky ‘atmosphere’ that keeps us all alive didn’t play with the light just a bit. Nevertheless, the season literally starts getting brighter from here on out – at least in the northern hemisphere.
Spring has officially SPRUNG!
Winter briefly stepped in early this week here in the ATL, but on this first day of spring the temperatures are supposed to be in the mid-70s, which certainly sounds like spring to ME! Although I just had to look up some of the other places I’ve lived, and it’s expected to be 62 in Chicago, 73 in Cincinnati (OH), 56 and rainy in Seattle and a still freezing 25 in Anchorage. I’d rather be here.
I’ve kind of given up on wondering if my reading tastes don’t match anyone else’s – because they clearly don’t match those of whoever created the hop graphic. This is yet another season where not a one of the books featured in the hop graphic are on my personal TBR pile for the season. But I still have plenty to choose from. Here are a baker’s dozen that have risen to the top of my list for this spring of 2026:
What about you? What books are you most looking forward to this season? Answer in the widget for your choice of either a $10 Amazon Gift Card or $10 in books so you can get one or two of the books on your list!
Two competing meteorologists are forced to find common ground in this opposites attract, When Harry Met Sally inspired romance, from New York Times bestselling author B.K. Borison.
Jackson Clark and Delilah Stewart have had their fair share of run-ins over the years, often ending in disaster. While Jackson thrives on routine and organization from the comfort of his radio booth, Delilah loves the spontaneity and adventure out in the field. When they’re partnered against their will to cover the snowstorm of the century, they find themselves scrambling to figure out how to work together.
Eager to be taken seriously as a journalist, Delilah offers Jackson a deal. If he can help her ace this assignment, she’ll help him rediscover his long-lost fun side. With an undiscovered chemistry burning beneath their clashes, the unlikely partnership quickly tumbles into an easy and surprising friendship.
But when other feelings start to enter the equation, can Jackson and Delilah withstand the storm? Or does what happens in the mountains, stay in the mountains?
My Review:
Readers of First-Time Caller, the first book in the Heartstrings series, have already met the radio station’s “weather boy”, Jackson Clark. But they haven’t really met his opposite number from the TV station that shares the parking lot, TV meteorologist Delilah Stewart. And honestly, neither has Jackson, even if they have been sharing passive-aggressive sticky notes via each other’s windshields for months.
So when this book begins, we only know Delilah through Jackson’s VERY uptight opinion, and he doesn’t know Delilah AT ALL no matter how many assumptions her truly terrible parking skills have caused him to make. And have, as Jackson discovers in this book, thoroughly handled his half of the ‘assume’ cliche. Because he’s certainly making an ass of himself when it comes to Delilah.
Delilah, on the other hand, is already dealing with a much bigger asshole so she’s not all that bothered by Jackson’s relatively minor grumpy assholery in comparison. Her part of that particular equation is more of the sly, cutting dig variety than the rather excessive hate-on Jackson seems to have for her.
But they both report on the local weather in Baltimore. Or, Jackson certainly does, and Delilah does when her hateful asshat of a boss lets her do her actual job instead of demeaning, deflating and downgrading her at every turn.
Back to the weather – or as Delilah’s signature sign off goes, “and now back to you.” The you in this instance being the entire city of Baltimore, because the weather outside is about to get frightful even though the holidays are definitely over for the year.
It’s late March and a freak blizzard is barreling down on the city. Based on multiple weather models that both Delilah and Jackson are following, the storm is going to hit the mountains in Western Maryland with ‘the big one’ late in March with plenty of heavy, damp late season snow and gale force winds. It’s going to be the weather programming opportunity of both of their careers.
Because their respective stations need ratings and advertising dollars, her TV station and his radio station decide to team Jackson and Delilah up for a trip to tiny Deep Creek on the far western edge of the state to report on the storm as it hits. They are both excited by the opportunity but neither is thrilled for either the company OR the circumstances.
Jackson has EXTREME stage fright to the point of panic attacks. Delilah is certain that her evil, abusive boss intends to use this trip as an opportunity to do even further damage to her career – even if she can’t figure out how he’ll manage that at the distance. Jackson, for his part, is very afraid that his issues ARE the intended damage.
Once they are on the road to remote Garrett County, they have the chance to get to know the real person behind all those passive-aggressive post-its. A person who shares some of the same damage but took that trauma in utterly opposite directions.
Which means that they DO have an opportunity to meet in the middle. If they’re each willing to share the load AND step outside their respective – and opposite – comfort zones in order to get there.
With just a little bit of help from a big storm, a full hotel, and some truly evil connivance from Delilah’s boss that has some unintentionally excellent consequences for everyone involved who DESERVES a shot at a happy ever after.
Delilah’s evil boss DEFINITELY not included.
Escape Rating C+: I picked this up because I did, in the end, love the first book in the Heartstrings series, First-Time Caller. I’ll admit that that one opened with a bit of a rocky start, but it was a rocky start that was definitely a ‘me’ thing. Once Aiden and Lucie got into the radio booth, they made the kind of magic that just made the whole story shine.
And it was the hope of a similar turnaround in this second book that made me stick with it long after I might have otherwise bailed. Because I wasn’t seeing that chemistry no matter how much I wanted to. Instead, I saw a few too many similarities between Jackson and Delilah in this book and Callie and Thomas in Tuesday’s book. Which was itself a replacement review for an entirely different book that didn’t work all that well either although for entirely different reasons.
Even though I started And Now Back to You in audio, I finished in text because I was just done and needed to move on, but was still hoping that the magic would happen between Delilah and Jackson. Although I’m not sure it did.
The thing is that the start of this book reminded me a bit too much of First-Time Caller. They’re not the same situation but the situations were both very uncomfortable for me. Lucie’s situation involved an inner circle of well-meaning but overbearing and intrusive people. It was a bit of a personal nightmare but felt real and right for the story.
Delilah’s situation was outright triggering. Her workplace isn’t just toxic and her boss isn’t merely abusive although both things are certainly true. The way that he was abusing her, doing his damndest to tank her career PUBLICLY and make it so that she’d be forced out of a career that she’d worked so hard for and was so good at hit a bit too close to home. The way that she just kept sucking it up and being a mouse about the abuse, even inside the confines of her own head, wasn’t a situation I wanted to read about.
In short, her boss is an EVIL, abusive asshole, and she’s become the meat shield for the entire station through no actual fault of her own. The situation is terrible to the point of outright abuse (and let’s not forget the gaslighting) and she’s just taking it and I just wasn’t there for it even though I was, well, there in it by reading/listening to it.
OTOH the personal situations that Jackson and Delilah came out of were heartbreaking but very well done. It made both of their traumas understandable AND explained why their reactions to variations of the same damage went in such different directions. Coming out of childhood abandonment and chaos, he turned rule-bound while she turned sunshine which are both plausible even though they’re caused by the same thing.
However, the way that we get to see the man behind the panicking mask more clearly long before we see what Delilah’s hiding under snarky sunshine made it easier to empathize with him – and made her continued digs at Jackson’s expense seem more mean-spirited for a bit too long. Their initial relationship as passive-aggressive frenemies did not work nearly as well as a road to romance as Aiden and Lucie’s first meeting.
In the end, I stuck with this in the hopes that magic would happen after all. And it kind of does, but only after the halfway point and even then it wasn’t nearly as magical as I hoped it would be. And I know I’ve been having a bad week this week, but I honestly didn’t see the purported resemblance between this book and When Harry Met Sally. Which is a real pity because a variation of the iconic scene in the diner might have been just what this story needed.
Of course, and I sincerely hope so, your reading mileage may vary.
Colonel Russell before the War had four sons; now he has four widowed daughters-in-law, each facing the aftermath in her own iconic way. Then an old friend of the Colonel’s dead sons resurfaces, reawakening tales of wartime espionage — enemy spies preying on the unwitting families at home — and is he really who he says? When the Colonel is thrown bodily through an upstairs window of his London Club, Eric Peterkin is once again called to investigate.
Eric Peterkin’s second mystery is about recognising that war impacts more than just the men who there are wheels turning behind the scenes and strings being pulled from afar, and the people we leave behind might ultimately leave us behind. Set in the 1920s and the aftermath of the Great War, the story honours the period by reflecting the changing social mores, the gradual emancipation of women, the questioning of tradition, and the illusion of innocence — the truth behind the facade, against a backdrop of ongoing war trauma.
My Review:
In the first book in this series, A Gentleman’s Murder, we were introduced to the rarefied world of the Britannia, one of Britain’s rarefied ‘gentlemen’s clubs’. The Britannia, with its particular long and storied history, is a bit different from the more famous, and occasionally infamous, White’s, Brooks’s and Boodle’s. Because prospective members do not merely need to be ‘gentlemen’ but need specifically to be gentlemen who have served in one of Britain’s many, many wars over the centuries since the Britannia was founded.
Eric Peterkin, the amateur detective of this series, is a member of the Britannia. In fact, his family is the last remaining founding family of the club, and Peterkin’s service as a Lieutenant in “the war to end all wars” more than meets the requirement for military service. But Peterkin’s membership was contested and very much in doubt at the beginning of that first book. His father may have been a direct descendant of one of the founders, but Eric’s mother was a Chinese woman who spent her life trying to ensure that her children, Erik and his sister Penny, would be British enough to truly belong in her adopted country.
Not that either of them is ever truly allowed to forget that they look ‘foreign’ no matter how British they act or how little of their mother’s heritage they even know.
After the events of the first book, Eric has moved from being an obvious outsider to an actual insider, at least within the confines of his own club. In the wake of that murder and catastrophe – and Eric’s successful investigation of it – Eric is now the club’s secretary.
Definitely a case of “no good deed going unpunished” as being the Club Secretary is a lot of real work – especially when your predecessor was murdered!
So when the club’s interim chairman is ALSO murdered, Eric has more than enough on his plate. And he has hope that Scotland Yard will do a decent job of investigating this time around – instead of taking the easy way out and accusing an obviously innocent staff member because none of the so-called gentlemen of the club could possibly have been so ungentlemanly as to murder one of their own.
But he’s tempted to try anyway. So the moment that it looks like the investigator in charge is taking the easy way out for a bit of quick glory, Eric finds himself back on the case. Because he still can’t let one of “his men”, which is exactly how he thinks of the club’s staff, be condemned for a crime they obviously did not commit.
Following the treacherous trail of who DID murder the late Colonel Hadrian Russell, and why, is going to drag Peterkin and company from a London that is just emerging from winter to a tuberculosis sanatorium in remote Switzerland that is still caught in its depths, as well as from the bloodless halls of power in London back to the mud and blood of the trenches of the late war,
Because the war is always with all the members of the Britannia, in the form of scarred bodies and burned lungs and sudden nightmares of shell-shock. But the truth of this murder will be the worst shock of all – and the worst betrayal.
Escape Rating A: I read A Gentleman’s Murderalmost a year ago, and have been waiting for this book ever since. It was absolutely worth the wait and there are multiple reasons why that is so.
Let’s start with Peterkin himself. Part of the story in the first book was the way that Peterkin was constantly reminded that he was an outsider even though he should have been an insider by inheritance. In this second book, he’s moved towards the inside, so a piece of the story sets up a foil to remind him that he really still isn’t by giving that situation a bit of a different focus.
The investigator sent by Scotland Yard, Inspector Crane, has just returned to London after ten years in Hong Kong where he’s become very much a Sinophile. Crane deeply admires all things Chinese and it’s clear that Hong Kong is the home of his heart no matter where he might be. His first act is to address Peterkin in Mandarin, a language with which Peterkin has zero familiarity. Eric’s mother may have been Chinese but he and his sister Penny were born in Britain and raised in India. Their mother deliberately did not teach either of them about her side of their heritage. They are both British to their cores.
Which made it all the more fascinating that in his first big case as Club Secretary, a position that marks him as ‘veddy’ British indeed, Crane is disappointed because Peterkin is not Chinese enough. (A situation which has PLENTY of resonance to the present day for anyone who has ever been asked “Where are you FROM?” with emphasis on the FROM because someone doesn’t look in whatever way the questioner expects.)
So much of this murder, the history of the Britannia, and Peterkin’s own history and that of all of its members, is rooted in World War I. Other mysteries have dealt with the human cost of the ‘Great War’, including Charles Todd’s Inspector Ian Rutledge series and Dorothy L. Sayers’ classic Lord Peter Wimsey series, but the Peterkin series takes all of that a step further in Peterkin’s acknowledgement of his own PTSD and how much it still affects him, but also in the way their lingering injuries and PTSD haunt ALL the members of the Britannia. They’ve all served, and they are all still paying for that service.
The web of secrets and lies that Peterkin has to work his way through to solve the murder also has its roots in the war. So much of what Peterkin uncovers about the late Colonel is so utterly unthinkable that Peterkin literally cannot wrap his mind around it. He shies away from the obvious – to the reader – conclusion for as long as he can and much longer than he should. That internal angst with no reasonable outlet is also part of the cost of that war.
And last, but definitely not least, is the way that the victim’s true nature is revealed – not through his own words and deeds but through the perspectives of his four widowed daughters-in-law who all saw the man for who he truly was. And also, in their responses to him and to the loss of the sons he raised, manage to embody the archetypes of what middle-and-upper-class women faced before, during and after the war.
Even as the next war already looms on the horizon.
One (nearly) final note. Most mysteries begin with the upset of order and end with the re-establishment of order through the punishment of the guilty. This one kind of does but kind of doesn’t – and is all the more interesting for it. It’s not just that the truly guilty have already been punished, or even that the so-called ‘order’ of the time before the war can’t possibly be restored – and mostly shouldn’t – but that in this instance justice is best served by not coming within a whole, entire continent of any official version of it.
Returning to on that horizon, however, lies the question of when we’ll get to read Eric Peterkin’s next adventure. Because this inquiring mind would really, REALLY like to know.
Thomas McKinney has never wanted a woman the way he wants Callie Adesso. Since she started working alongside him at the Colonial Marysburg Research Library, he's spent his desk shifts fumbling pencils, tripping over his own feet, and struggling to remember both the Dewey Decimal System and the existence of her inconvenient boyfriend. Now, however, Callie is suddenly single--and in need of a last-minute faux-boyfriend for an episode of HATV's Island Match. Thomas is more than happy to play the part...and in the process, convince Callie that a week together isn't nearly long enough.
Callie has never found a man as irritating as she finds Thomas. He may be brilliant, kind, and frustratingly handsome, but the absent-minded librarian also makes every workday an anxiety-inducing exercise in stress. Even seven days in paradise by his side won't change her opinion of him. Really. No matter how attentive he is. And gentle. And sexy.
One plane ride later, the two of them are spending long, hot days under the sun and on display, pretending to be in love for a television show. This may be a vacation, but it's also an act--as well as Thomas's last chance to persuade the woman of his dreams to include him in hers. And soon, the island heat isn't the only thing steaming up HATV's cameras...
My Review:
I picked this up because when I like this author’s work, I really, really like it. When it doesn’t work for me it really doesn’t. This one was short, looked sweet, and I needed an audiobook just like it to balance against the serial killer crime thriller I was reading. And it’s short, which was perfect for the time I had.
Sometimes, that’s just how reading decisions get made.
The audio interpretation of the story, read by Joy Nash, was well done. It’s just 3 hours and 20 minutes so I had high hopes for something sweet and spicy like the author’s All By My Elf holiday romance, with just a bit more length and depth.
And I realize that I’m talking all around this, which is something that both characters in the story do. Callie because exposing her feelings causes her anxiety, and Thomas because he’s trying way too hard to be subtle.
In other words, they spend a LOT of the story talking past each other – not because the other isn’t listening, but because the speaker is trying so hard not to upset the other that they’re not saying the important things they really, REALLY need to say.
The idea of this had so much potential. It’s a fake dating, forced proximity romance with a few interesting twists. Callie’s application to be on a reality cable TV show about romantic couples sampling Caribbean resorts was meant to be with her boyfriend. Who JUST broke up with her as the final arrangements are being made.
Callie wants the vacation SO BAD that she latches onto the idea of pretending that her co-worker is her brand new boyfriend. The problems with this idea are LEGION. Not just the idea of fake dating but that Thomas has made her six month tenure at the Colonial Marysburg Research Library a terrible experience. She literally cries after every shift. Not because he’s mean or a douche or anything obvious, but because he’s an oblivious mess who takes all the interesting, time-consuming reference questions and leaves her with long lines of trivia and anger.
(The description of library work is spot on. Thomas is a terrible co-worker. He may, or may not, be a terrible human being but he’s in the wrong job or at least the wrong part of the job.)
But this is who she chooses to pretend to date so she can have her vacation. I mean, the way she describes him he’s certainly a hunk, but handsome is as handsome does and Thomas, at least so far, doesn’t.
It turns out that their relationship is a ginormous misunderstandammit. He’s more than a bit single-minded, but the problem is that his single mind is fixated on Callie. He’s been in love – or at least in lust – with her from the moment they met.
But his attempts to get close to her been disastrous on multiple levels because he’s pre-decided what she would want instead of asking her what she actually wants.
And she’s incapable of telling him just how much he’s making her miserable because confrontation makes her even more miserable.
That this is who she chooses to take on her dream vacation, without expecting it to turn into a nightmare, is bound to, well, end in disaster. Or at least, middle there.
Then it gets better.
Escape Rating B-: I’ll admit that this came very close to being a wall-banger, and not in any of the good ways. The issues in their relationship are such a HUGE misunderstandammit, and I always have problems with the contrivance of those.
What saved that part of the story was that their misunderstandings could not have been resolved by any conversation that would be simple for either of them. Their respective, deep-seated issues just made opening that can of worms a dangerous idea. So they kept not doing it to both of their detriments – and to the detriment of the first half of the story.
Howsomever, there’s also something about their relationship that doesn’t make sense. On the one hand, when Thomas describes how he thinks and feels about Callie, it’s some of the most romantic stuff I’ve ever read. It’s no wonder that Callie wants to explore a relationship with a guy who’s just so sweet and sincere and obviously loves her to bits and desires her to the ends of the earth.
The problem on my other hand is that they already have a relationship as co-workers and it’s TERRIBLE. That he’s had all these feelings all along and kept them to himself makes sense because she was in a relationship with someone else. But his behavior at work resulted in multiple awful situations and feelings on her part, and nothing gets resolved before their romance starts, then he hears the truth and it stutters to a stop – as it should.
I wanted them to figure themselves – and each other – out. But it’s a big stumbling block towards that HEA that we don’t have enough background to know what made either of them tick their particular set of uncommunicative tocks. It doesn’t feel like either set of issues is half as easily resolved as they were in the story, because they were not trivial at all.
I’m glad they did find their way towards a happy ending that involved a lot of changes on both their parts. But there’s a big part of me that thinks it shouldn’t have happened at all and I’m having a hard time letting that part go.
As always, your reading mileage may vary.
Howsomever, I’m still hooked on this author, so I’ve got the second book/audiobook in the Love Unscripted series, Tiny House, Big Love, cued up for a near-future reading/listening adventure. Especially since it’s a book based around choosing a new home. Since we’re currently renovating ours, and that’s been an adventure all by itself, I’m curious to see how much help or hindrance an old love and a new cable TV channel can add to THAT mix!
I’ve decided that this particular hop has two themes. One is all about luck. Not just finding it or getting it, but about discovering what you already have that makes you feel like you’ve gotten lucky. Galen and I feel lucky to have found each other, and know that all of the cats we’ve brought into our household over the years have been lucky that we rescued them AND that we have been lucky to have them. Even when they throw up on the bed every other day – which one momcat and her two daughtercats used to do. (So, we did a little extra laundry. They were still worth it!)
The other theme for this hop is that rainbow. Rainbows, and the very rare snowbow, are beautiful. And beauty is something that the world ALWAYS needs more of. A rainbow, in all of its variantions, is also, come to think of it, beautiful phenomenon that we are all lucky to see when it happens.
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This is Luna, telling Galen all about just how unhappy she is and (probably) how much the other cats have misbehaved.
You might be asking yourself “Why is Luna so unhappy?” If you knew her better, you might also be wondering how we can tell, as this is a fairly typical Luna pose, with her mouth open mid-conversation. She always has a LOT to say.
She, and the other cats, are unhappy because the “great carpet tear-out” is still ongoing. Things should return to their new normal at the end of THIS week. But in the meantime, the cats are stuck in the basement room – which is heated and carpeted and full of places to play and hide – because the last thing that ANY of us need is little kitty pawprints preserved in the new hardwood floor finish. And we want them as far away from the smell of the varnish as they can be. So they’re in the basement.
Don’t worry, their humans visit FREQUENTLY! But never enough to suit them and of course it’s not the same. Then again, at the moment, neither is anything else around here!
The one I picked up for the title IS one of the creepy books, although it’s cover merely hints at the creepy parts. It’s The House Built on Alligator Bones, because seriously that title is an attention grabber. The book I’m most curious about is The Very Definition of Love, and the book I’m most looking forward to (re)reading is Anna Hackett’s re-release of In the Devil’s Nebula.
What about you? What’s caught your attention in YOUR stack this week?
When a convicted killer is released and later found brutally murdered, DI Henley and the Serial Crimes Unit are pulled into a deadly investigation with links to other recent attacks – all the victims are connected by the vicious signature left behind by the killer.
A KILLER LURKS
Henley and her team begin to connect the dots between the killings, and realize the murders are part of something more sinister. Each victim has been chosen with a deadly precision, their deaths carved out with a shocking cruelty.
THE HUNT IS ON …
As the rampage continues and the case spirals into a terrifying hunt for the killer, the line between predator and prey begins to blur. Henley and the SCU are running out of time… Can they outsmart a monster before they strike again?
My Review:
The Met’s (that’s the Metropolitan Police of London to us Yanks) Serial Crimes Unit just can’t seem to catch a break. (Or this is absolutely the correct book to review on the second Friday the 13th of this year as if it wasn’t for bad luck there have been entirely too many occasions when the SCU wouldn’t have any luck at all.)
On the one side, there’s their own higher-ups at Scotland Yard, expecting the SCU to investigate serial crime cases for pretty much all of the UK with just four cops in the unit.Which means that their official charge is to take ONLY those cases that might realistically be serial crimes – but then their “Guv” gets hauled down to HQ to justify their “prima donna” cherry-picking.
When they take cases on the fringes, their boss gets called in to explain why they’re not solving cases fast enough. With a four-investigator team covering all of the UK.
Catch-22 at its finest.
Of course, when a whole bunch of seemingly disparate cases is finally classed as a serial, they catch the blame from all sides. For all of the bureaucratic malarky reasons above. Even as the unit is constantly threatened with disbandment every budget cycle if not more often.
So when the SCU is called into investigate what looks like a violent home invasion, DC Ramouter and his senior partner, DI Anjelica Henley, don’t believe that it’s one of their cases. Not that the SCU isn’t investigating a series of aggravated home invasions, but the MO for this case isn’t the same as their case.
Which doesn’t mean that they don’t both have a gut reaction to the case. It might not be part of the case they currently have on deck, but it might still be one of theirs. If so, it’s something new.
It turns out to be something old. Older than the hills. Admittedly, our hills rather than theirs. Not that either vigilante justice, which is the iceberg they’ve just crashed into, or scalping – the calling card the killers leave behind – are uniquely American phenomenons.
The case, which begins as what appears to be an interrupted home invasion, exposes a long-running series of murders that pretend that they are about justice. And maybe they started out that way.
Every victim, going back decades and halfway across the country, was the perpetrator of a heinous crime who should have gone to prison. But in each of these cases the criminal justice system failed the real victims, either through the excellent defense that can be bought with privilege and money, or through skillful manipulation of a jury by a seemingly sympathetic and harmless defendant, or simply due to a system that is overcrowded and overworked and of necessity plea bargains cases to keep those cases from taxing the court system even further.
Many see justice denied due to various technicalities and manipulations as a crime in itself. In the case that has landed in the SCU’s lap, someone, or more likely a small group of someones, calling themselves “Iron Shadow” has taken those miscarriages of justice to a new and deadly level.
Now that the SCU has them in their crosshairs, the Iron Shadow has the SCU in theirs. And have decided that the SCU is merely a cog in the wheel that has already failed them. And consequently deserves whatever punishment the Iron Shadow deems necessary to get them out of the way of their righteous crusade.
Escape Rating A: I’ve been waiting for this book for two years – and it was worth the wait.
The reason it was worth that wait is that the series, so far, hits a fascinating set of sweet spots for this reader – in spite of the blood and gore that the SCU’s cases so often nearly drown in. The Inspector Anjelica Henley series is definitely suspense thriller, a genre that often trips over the line of being too tension driven and not-enough-story for this reader. But this series makes it work by grounding the whole thing as a police procedural. I don’t want to be in a serial killer’s head – ever – but I’m more than willing to follow the investigator or detective hunting them down.
The cases, so far in the series (The Jigsaw Man, The Binding Room, The Kill List) have all been taut thrillers, with the members of the SCU, particularly Henley, always on someone’s “kill list” both literally and figuratively.
This particular case is especially riveting for the way that it’s not theirs, and not theirs, and not theirs exactly and then the investigation turns up more bodies in the past even as more bodies drop in the present and suddenly it’s not only THEIRS but it’s more horrific than anyone imagined. While the actual perpetrators seem so far removed from the horrors they are responsible that even the SCU wonders whether they’ll be able to link them to their crimes or whether they, too, will escape on a technicality.
The cop shop vibe is part of what I read police procedural series FOR, and the SCU is very much like a dysfunctional family. I want things to get better for each of them – but they’re a bit co-dependent on each other’s messes even as they get the job done. To the point where I’m surprised that the unit hasn’t been broken up for their own good.
AND wondering how much more dysfunctional they’re going to get in the next book, because there’s now a cuckoo in their nest. The Met may not have money for additional detectives for the unit, but that doesn’t mean that a unit somewhere else can’t pay to get a problem off their hands by seconding them to the SCU. Which is exactly what it looks like has occurred during this case and I’m sure it’s going to have chaotic, disruptive consequences down the line.
And so is Henley. But in this case, their new detective’s hot-headed glory-grabbing helps to bring their quarry to justice. Unless, of course, they buy really good lawyers and take advantage of the system they claim to be flawed and broken beyond redemption.
The Shadow Carver, like the previous books in the series, was a riveting read that kept me awake until I turned the last page – and a bit after as it took awhile to recover from the tension of the whole thing! And now I’m sad that I probably have another two years to wait for the next book.
I confess that I hope that at least a few of the cases that Henley and company face in the future will be just cases and not directly target the team. They’re dysfunctional enough that they don’t need an enemy from without every time as they have PLENTY of ways to hurt each other without making new enemies. But that’s mostly a hope from a reader who would like to see them get their shit just a bit together, because I like them all – except that cuckoo in the nest – and want the best for them so they can be the best at catching their quarry.
The incredible untold story of four women who helped win WWII by generating a wave of black propaganda.
Betty MacDonald was a 28-year-old reporter from Hawaii. Zuzka Lauwers grew up in a tiny Czechoslovakian village and knew five languages by the time she was 21. Jane Smith-Hutton was the wife of a naval attaché living in Tokyo. Marlene Dietrich, the German-American actress and singer, was of course one of the biggest stars of the 20th century. These four women, each fascinating in her own right, together contributed to one of the most covert and successful military campaigns in WWII.
As members of the OSS, their task was to create a secret brand of propaganda produced with the sole aim to break the morale of Axis soldiers. Working in the European theater, across enemy lines in occupied China, and in Washington, D.C., Betty, Zuzka, Jane, and Marlene forged letters and “official” military orders, wrote and produced entire newspapers, scripted radio broadcasts and songs, and even developed rumors for undercover spies and double agents to spread to the enemy. And outside of a small group of spies, no one knew they existed. Until now.
In Propaganda Girls, bestselling author Lisa Rogak brings to vivid life the incredible true story of four unsung heroes, whose spellbinding achievements would change the course of history.
My Review:
The “propaganda girls” of this book’s title didn’t just want to “See what the boys in the back room will have,” as Marlene Dietrich, the most famous of those “girls” frequently sang in her pre- and post-war nightclub acts AND to “Her Boys” during her USO tours, they wanted a chance to BE those boys. Not for the drinking and carousing – not that they didn’t – but for the work and the freedom to use their gifts to their full potential without being shoved into corners labelled “women’s work”.
[Marlene Dietrich, somewhere in France, sitting on the ground with soldiers in an audience, at the foot of a platform stage] 1944.Betty MacDonald, Barbara “Zuzka” Lauwers, Jane Smith-Hutton and Marlene Dietrich had each gone beyond the work that was considered “suitable” for women in the years before the war. Betty was a newspaper reporter, Zuzka a linguist, Jane a diplomat’s wife and translator, and Marlene Dietrich was Dietrich, one of the most famous people in the world. They were, to a woman, ambitious, intelligent, driven AND stifled in the 1930s.
Then the war happened to the world, and suddenly there was a need for people like them, including women like them, to think WAY outside of any box to end the war faster – no matter how underhanded their work might seem in peacetime or how many corners they’d have to cut or rules they’d have to break to get the job done.
Their job, specifically, as members of the Morale Office of the Office of Strategic Services (OSS), was to create and distribute – however possible – “black” propaganda. In other words, these women and their colleagues were the ‘spin doctors’ of the war. But they didn’t just slant the news and the leaflets and the radio broadcasts to make the situation for the Allies look a bit better than it was and the situation for the Axis to look just that much worse than it was.
Jane Smith Hutton during her six-month captivity in the US Embassy in Tokyo in 1941-42
Oh, no, that would have been too easy. Perhaps also a bit too honest. And also, “white” propaganda was somebody else’s job. The “propaganda girls” and the rest of the Morale Office didn’t just slant the news and everything else – their job was to make it up out of a whole cloth of plausibility and authentic, if stolen, material, wrap it around a slanted truth, and drop the whole thing out of a plane in the form of leaflets, or send volunteer POWs over the line to put it in soldiers’ latrines, or broadcast it as altered, morale-sapping songs sung by Germany’s own voice of nostalgia and regret, Marlene Dietrich.
In spite of the conditions under which they all worked, everything from shortages of food to eat and supplies to create their handiwork, nightly bombings and frequent blockades, or the all too common quashing of their efforts by military men who either couldn’t tolerate the way that OSS bent all their precious rules of warfare, couldn’t abide that women were the ones doing that bending, or both, they still got the job done, over and over again, no matter how little they were thanked or how seldom they were able to quantify their results.
And they had the time of their lives. Each and every one of them. Not because they were out having a party – they weren’t because the work was hard and grueling and frequently thankless. But because they had a purpose they could absolutely believe in, and had the most scope and independence they had ever had – or would ever have – in their entire lives to bring everything they had to a job that needed, and in fact cried out for, everything they were.
Reality Rating A+: I picked this up because I was looking for a book to fulfill the requirements for the Goodreads “Her Story” Challenge. (I love to read and I love to play games and the gamification of reading is catnip. Seriously.)
Barbara “Zuzka” Lauwers in 1944
This is the book that called to me, and I am ever so glad that I picked it. And equally glad that I chose to listen to it, because the audio, read by Samara Naeymi, was terrific. She brought a verve and a wry smirk and a bit of a smile to the stories of each of these women, and just about made me cry as the story got darker AND as each woman faced their conflicted emotions at the end of the war. Every single one of them wanted the war to end and the killing to stop, while recognizing that whatever the rest of their lives held, it wouldn’t be as fascinating, fantastic or challenging as what they’d just lived through.
None of them had been a great fit for the traditional woman’s role BEFORE the war – and their collective experience of what they could do outside of those expectations cut each of them to the quick. No time after may ever have been as dark – although for some it came close in a personal sense – but nothing would ever be as bright, either, and they all knew it.
As history, or to give it a more fitting name, ‘narrative nonfiction”, the story of the “propaganda girls” is eminently readable. It flows like a novel, and carries the reader along from one woman to another, from one theater of war to another, from one OSS station to another, with the kind of compulsion that keeps readers turning pages. The reader desperately wants to know what happened next and next to each of them, even though the broad brushstrokes of the war are already well known.
Part of that compulsion is that the story told here is one that we’re not all that familiar with. We all know it happened, or something like it, but not the details and not the personalities. In that sense, it reminds me a lot of the many stories about the female codebreakers of Bletchley Park. A history that was well-hidden for decades due to Britain’s stringent Official Secrets Act. Propaganda Girls also reads a lot like The Woman Who Smashed Codes, in the way that it shines a light on the contribution of a woman who worked in military intelligence during the war but whose contributions were often – at the time – attributed to her husband.
Also, I think readers who enjoy the World War II fiction of Kate Quinn and Sara Ackerman will be every bit as captivated by this nonfiction account as they have been by the fictional and fictionalized versions by those authors.
In short (which admittedly I seldom am) I had a terrific time with these Propaganda Girls. If you have the time and inclination, I highly recommend the audio experience so that you can really feel the story with the characters. The audio got me in the feels a lot more than I expected, and that made it just that bit more terrific. Because their experience of their war may have been a product of its time and place, but their experience of being a woman who wants more than the traditional roles available in a man’s world is more universal, and more relevant to the present, than any of us, here and now, ever wanted to see again in our own lifetimes. But we are all the same.
As absorbing and riveting as all of their stories were, that’s the part that lingers for this reader.