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My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Bone River is a mystery, but it’s less a “who-dunnit” than a “what was done.” Leonie Russell was raised in the Pacific northwest by her ethnologist father, who trained her to take up his own line of work and study. She always tried to be a good daughter and a good scientist, and when her father died, she trustingly married the man he chose for her, his associate Junius Russell. Together they made a life collecting Native American artifacts and selling oysters, and Lea’s only regret is that she never had children. But a pair of surprising events occur that shake her to her core, her discovery of a mummy buried along the riverbank, and the arrival several weeks later of Junius’ twenty-six year old son, Daniel, about whose existence Lea had been ignorant.
Megan Chance is a writer who is adept at creating genuine, compelling characters and intriguing plot lines that involve, but are not superseded by, spiritual, often mystical elements. In Bone River, she captures that arrogant racism that characterized the nineteenth century, the Victorian belief in the inferiority of women, and the struggles of eking out a living in an area that was then untamed wilderness. Leonie’s deeply existential crisis is often heartbreaking, and the reader is never certain how she will resolve it until the final pages. Finding the courage to be who you are is a daunting task for all of us.



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The Crowsmoor Curse has the makings of a good, conspiratorial ghost story, but there are a couple of problems that interfere. First, the details of the plot are transparent, readily discernible by the reader, but not, alas, to the vicar. While events in most of the tale are reasonably credible, the ending goes way over the top. Second, it contains so many run on sentences, devoid of basic punctuation, that in places the narrative is comically nonsensical. Was it even edited? Example: “As time passed by and still no-one attended the church he had continued to hold his services to empty pews becoming more and more reclusive and being seen walking around the moor muttering to himself under his familiar black bowler hat.” With shorter, properly punctuated sentences, the prose would be competent.

