We’re heading up to my MIL’s in a few hours and will be back on Sunday. While thanks to the magic of BlackBerry I’ll still get my emails, I probably won’t respond unless it’s fairly urgent, especially tomorrow when we’ll be in London.
So, I’ve been wanting to talk about this book for a looong time, and here it is. The Church of Dead Girls by Stephen Dobyns. I’ve mentioned it a few times, but now that fall is here I decided it’s time to blog about it.
I love this book. Seriously love it.
In the main it’s a fairly humdrum tale, really. A few girls go missing in a small Northeastern town. But the book itself is so much more than that. It’s about secrets, and how we never really know what’s happening in other people’s houses or in their heads. It’s about how quick we are to mistrust even people we consider friends. It’s about how little it takes to turn good people into bad ones.
It’s a slow book. After an absolutely knockout opening–one of the few books I’ve ever picked up in a store that completely hooked me with the very first sentence–we get a lot of stories that seem to go almost nowhere. It’s not boring or unecessary, though. Dobyns builds his universe carefully and draws us in, so by the time the first girl goes missing, about halfway through the book, we have a very good idea of where we are and what kind of place we’re in.
It’s not really a mystery in the pure sense. I figured out whodunit as soon as we met that particular character, and I think anyone with sharp eyes will see the clues Dobyns plants. It’s not really a thriller either. And it’s not horror.
But it is a very atmospheric tale of suspense. It’s a very, very spooky book, and genuinely spooky books are treasures when you find them.
Go read it (if you want to, of course), and tell me what you think.
And have a great weekend!