It’s snowing leaves. Colorful storm. Golden rusted flakes cascading to the ground. Crackling underfoot. Foliage suddenly gone. Took a Sunday detour from Autumn in New England to Summer in the Nevada Desert. Started Jana Richman’s new novel, The Ordinary Truth. Extraordinary read. Couldn’t put it down.
Compelling story, richly written. Great Basin beauty is artfully conjured, but Richman’s portrayal of familial relationships shone. I cared about these people. Raw generational dynamics stuck in time. Secrets, jealousies authentically, searingly evoked. Conditions common to every family. This takes creating a crisis as a catalyst for change to page-turning revelations. Highly recommend.
Pats-Jets ending. Wow.