This week I needed something I was certain I would enjoy, so I picked this American standalone. I bought itself, and I could see the former owner needed a lot of chocolate to get through the last, nerve-wrecking chapters.
Some of you guessed what I was reading, and after the first page I was completely absorbed in this mystery. A woman is involved in a car accident, and during the confusion afterwards, she tells the police that she is ´one of the Bethany girls´. The children Heather and Sunny Bethany disappeared without a trace thirty years earlier, but if this is really Heather, where has she spent all those years, and why is she still so scared to tell the police her story?
I could write pages about all the aspects of this story that I liked (if only I had written a few notes), but I have been too busy to read in the daytime.
So just a few quotations to give you an impression of Lippman´s style if you don´t know her already:
“Infante had once told Nancy that she didn´t know what bad was if she thought it was something found in a doughnut.”
“He had never broken the habit of speaking to her over breakfast. In fact, he enjoyed it more since she´d left, for there were no contradictions, no teasing or doubt.”
As I was forced to read it over several days, I found it a bit difficult to follow the story occasionally as we move back and forth between the seventies, eighties and the present, but on the whole the various threads and points of view add to the suspense as we don´t know whose interpretations of the original events are to be trusted.
My conclusion: this is just my kind of mystery – intriguing characters, a strong sense of place and a plot that kept me turning page after page until the very end.