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Listen for the Lie: Such a fun audiobook

If I had read Amy Tinera’s Listen for the Lie instead of listening to it as an audiobook I’m not sure I’d have liked it so much. As it was, the audio version had the podcast-within-the-novel fully narrated with ridiculous podcast theme music and I got utterly absorbed in a novel that was a true-crime podcast that was also a mystery novel. Like look forward to my commute kind of fun.

Oh don’t get me wrong. The book is ridiculous. Lots of clenched jaws and amnesia and cellphones going missing at just the right moment to make the plot plausible and men rescuing women who don’t need rescuing but like it all the same. Very, very silly.

And if you can put aside (as all true crime podcasts ask you to do) that there’s a murder motivating the romp through investigations and red herrings and sordid backstories and *gasp* revelations then you can just have a great little read.

In sum: middling to poor writing, barely any complexity to characters, and an all out absorbing plot especially so when in audio. Cue it up for your next long car trip and you won’t be sorry.

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The Grey Wolf: Weird with time and maybe place

I won’t dwell on my love of Louise Penny, nor recapitulate my reasons for enjoying the Gamache character and mystery series. Suffice to say it is comforting and I will never be critical of the books because they are warm tea and cozy socks.

The latest instalment takes on political corruption, international and domestic terrorism in aid of political instability and the church. So here we are, 2025.

It was – as the books always are – engrossing and fun and cozy. There were, however, some odd experiments with bringing the reader forward and back in time and place – within single chapters – that were – I think – unsuccessful. Maybe a tired editor. Maybe an effort to be more Literary. But for this reader ultimately confusing and strange.

That’s all I’ll say because you are not really here to find out whether you should read a Louise Penny mystery. If you don’t know by now: you should.

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Everybody Knows: I know I’m supposed to like it

Jordan Harper’s Everybody Knows comes recommended by many lists and all of them promise this is both an Important novel and an Enjoyable one, and I’m not convinced its either.

Sure there are some stark descriptions of LA and the madness of the traffic and the absurdity of the people and what they wear/eat/consume/do. Descriptions that are well written and evocative and spectacular in ways that mirror their subject matter AND YET.

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The God of the Woods: Perfect travel companion

While Long Bright River was uneven, Liz Moore’s The God of the Woods is a consistently good read. I can’t say much about the plot without getting into spoilers, but the general thrust is a young girl goes missing at an overnight camp in the 1970s. What follows is an investigation both into her disappearance and that of her younger brother, Bear, who vanished – presumed dead – 15 odd years earlier.

Weaving togethers themes of domestic and gendered violence, of class privilege, of the gap between what appears and what is, and above all of what it means to be “self-reliant” there are moments where these themes read as overdetermined and overly forceful (like the house of the wealthy family is explicitly named Self-Reliance). Though the heavy-handedness sometimes struck me as… heavy handed, at other moments I didn’t mind foregoing the interpretative work and just letting the book tell me what I needed to know and find important.

This directed-ness lends to an utter absorption in the story. With choppy (not in a bad way) chapters that jump in time and perspective, the plot propels while still giving (some) space for (modest) character development. Having just finished hosting a murder mystery, I also appreciated a way played red herring and the tidiness of the ultimate outcome.

It is the kind of book you would love to have with you on a vacation, or airplane, or other occasion where you want to be absorbed and taken out of your physical place. It is not great literature (the writing is good enough to not be distracting and to be occasionally striking, but is not on the whole beautiful; the characters are good enough to be believable and engrossing, but not on the whole complex) but it is good and extremely enjoyable in the way it reminds you that you, yes you, can read for hours at a time and forget where you are and where you need to be until your body reminds you. So put your cellphone somewhere the notifications can’t reach you and sink in.

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