"a spine-tingling novel of lies, loss, and buried desire—the mesmerizing story of a wife and mother who vanishes from her bed late one night,"
My rating on goodreads: five stars.
Everyone in the county presumed that my mother's body was decaying - becoming porridge - at the bottom of the Gale River. It was the year 2000, and we were but three seasons removed from the Y2K madness, the overwrought, feared end of the digital age. It was a moment in time when a pair of matching towers still stood at the tip of Lower Manhattan. Fracking and photobomb and selfie were years from becoming words, but we were only months from adding to our vocabularies the expression hanging chad.
I was twenty-one that summer and fall and my sister was twelve. Neither of us fully recovered.
Based on the first chapter of the book, would you read on?
MEME: Every Tuesday Bibliophile by the Sea hosts First Chapter First Paragraph, Tuesday Intros sharing the first paragraph or two, from a book you are reading or will be reading soon.