Eureka! Ms. Bette Lee Crosby knows how to write a decent “feel good” novel. You can invest yourself in the story without sacrificing all standards or, for that matter, a single brain cell, no, not one. Yes, it is women’s lit, but not a romance, and, hell, somebody’s gonna write ‘em. Might as well be Ms. Crosby. Six month old Emily, asleep in her crib, is taken from her home at the height of a Woodstock type music festival in Hesterville, Georgia and remains missing from her family for years. Readers, however, know the “who” and “what” all along. What we don’t know is the “how”, “when” or “whether”. Now I must admit that the completely coincidental nature of the “how”, when it arrives, does strain credulity, but Ms. Crosby has to make it happen somehow, so I squinted and kept going – to an ending that leaves no string a-dangling. No, not deathless prose and the characters won’t stay with you forever, but it is a well-crafted read by a good story-teller, so if the cockles of your heart need warming, try this one.
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