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Lies a River Deep

1/2/2015

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About the Book:
General Fiction / Women's Fiction
Date Published: March 1, 2012

   
 In the summer of 1962, at a high school graduation party, Bessie Day Hardy is victim to a brutal crime. Fifty years later, the consequences of that horrific night will transition into unforeseen events that will shatter her serene and uncomplicated life.









Review:
Bessie Day Hardy is a woman in her 60's living in a small, picturesque town along the Seneca river in central New York. Everything in Bessie's life seems to be going well at this point.  She has friends, she is helpful, she's doing well financially.  However, a tragic event from her past comes back to haunt her when truths are revealed to Bessie about her brutal rape that took place her during high school.  

Well, I do like dual-time stories and Lies a River Deep jumps back and forth between the present and the 1960's as Bessie recounts her high school days leading up to her rape and the consequences afterwords.  I really enjoyed the scenes set in the 1960's better than the present, the cars, the style of dress and the attitudes really brought that time to life.  As I read about Bessie's high school days, when she dated Roland, her rape and even afterwords, it was like a smack in the face to be reminded of the attitudes towards women and their bodies at the time.  The mystery surrounding Bessie's rape also drew me in, what really happened on that night?  What are her friends keeping from her to this day? These secrets created suspense within the second half of the book and brought in a thriller feel.  The writing in the book is very full and rich in simile and metaphor, which is great if you like to know what the river is as cold as and what the air is as cold as, but this writing style got a little bogged down for me.  I also live near where the book takes place, but I'm pretty sure the actual setting is a fictional town, although real town names and landmarks are used throughout the book also.  I don't know why this bothered me, but it did.  Overall, Lies a River Deep is a good story about a women's journey about coming to terms with the past.

This book was received for free in return for an honest review. 



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About the Author: 
Vera Jane Cook

Pharaoh's Star is Vera Jane Cook's most recent release. The Story of Sassy Sweetwater was Vera Jane’s second southern fiction novel and was a finalist in the ForeWord book of the Year Awards for 2012 and received a five star ForeWord Clarion review, as well as an Eric Hoffer honorable mention award for ebook fiction in 2013. Dancing Backward in Paradise also received a 5 Star Clarion ForeWord review and an Eric Hoffer notable new fiction award in 2006, as well as the Indie Excellence Award in 2006. Also by Vera Jane Cook: Lies a River Deep, Where the Wildflowers Grow, Marybeth, Hollister & Jane and Annabel Horton, Lost Witch of Salem. Her next novel, Pleasant Day will be published in 2015 by Moonshine Cove Press.




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Read an Excerpt: 
It was a day like any other. Days have a sameness, even new, they offer little beyond weather changes and sudden deaths.

 

“And how are you today?” Bessie asked, showing a smile that age had not yet dulled. She’d always been cute because of it. Sixty years ago, or more, she was the little girl whose cheeks you pinched, and though she was old now, she still wore her hair in curls; silver grey undulations that framed her face and brought out a blithe desire in others to pinch where her dimples dipped, even to kiss her there unabashedly.

 

Grey looked up and nodded. “Same,” he said.

 

The air was damp with April moisture as Bessie Day Hardy wrapped her scarf closer to her neck and shivered. Air that hung heavy like wet clothes caught flapping in the rain made it hard to breathe. The scarf had been a gift in a white torn box, under red Santa Claus wrapping, from the Episcopal Church of Saint John the Apostle Christmas party, just last year. The lime green and

caramel colored wool that she loved to feel against her lips, an anonymous kindness from someone who had written: Bless you and have a very Merry Christmas. Someone, she imagined with fresh white skin, pearl teeth and eyes that sparkled blue in daylight, light as the sea, but darkened with the night, turning cenereal behind the shadows of dusk.

 

“We ever going to see the sun again?” She sighed. A wind kicked around the corner and her body felt the chill, enemy winds that carried the threat of sodden attacks to bones too brittle to fight. Later, she would feel the ache and she would rub her muscles more for the distraction than the release of pain.

 

“If we live long enough,” Grey said.

 

Bessie chuckled. Living long wasn’t the blessing it used to be. Aging was in the way. Couldn’t leave a person alone, had to show up and make her breath short, expose every damn vein in her body and give her the unsightly imprint of impending death. Nobody wants to look at mortality too closely and aging people carry its threat, vulnerably apparent; the weight of its nearness is a

monster in the wings where heaven is a nebulous and cracked mirror; don’t look into it, the young whisper: don’t look yet.

 

But the old were once young. Bessie Day Hardy still carried the traces of adolescent giddiness in the creases of her lips and her middle-aged ardor for Chauncey Hardy still glinted in her eyes at the memory of his smooth hands in hers, and his fine soft hair against her breast. His step was lively. She could hear it, sometimes, when the house was quiet. Chauncey’s step on the stairs, in the kitchen, on the bedroom floor.

 

Damn house was quiet now, even her cat walked too softly to hear.

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