This is what I’m reading now:
I picked it up because I liked the cover. I’m so shallow.
But I am not loving it. I’m just over halfway through, and the story is OK so far — but the writing is a little forced in places. There are some parts where it just stinks of trying too hard. SO many paragraphs end with little alliterative phrases that make me want to scream: “… stumbled back into the house on widow-weighted feet,” and “… yawned a halt to the pavement’s progress.”
I don’t know why it’s making me so nuts. But it is.
Here is a review from Booklist:
First-novelist Mason hooks the reader with her first sentence, “There is very little peace for a man with a body buried in his backyard.” Mild-mannered widower Jason Getty is responsible for burying one body, but he’s shocked when two others are discovered in his yard and found to be the work of the home’s previous owner, Boyd Montgomery, who came upon his wife, Katielynn, in bed with Reid Reynolds three years earlier, just weeks before Reynolds was to marry his childhood sweetheart, Leah Tamblin. Getty, on tenterhooks, is massively relieved when police wrap up the latter two murders, until persistent detective Tim Bayard finds blood traces in Getty’s house that point to a third crime. As Getty prepares a cover-up, Tamblin comes looking for answers and resolution, and what seemed a closed murder case opens up again. Ratcheting up suspense is one thing, and Mason manages it masterfully, particularly as it concerns Getty’s fate. But portraying characters so well and so thoroughly, examining and explaining their motives even for murder, requires a level of skill that is rare, marking this as an astonishingly accomplished debut and Mason as a writer to watch very closely. –Michele Leber