I’ve not forgotten our quarrel, but I’m asking you to put that aside for the sake of scholarship and the friendship we once shared. So, will I give magical realism more of a chance in the future? I honestly don’t know but, if I do, it’ll be because that unknown author has the same kind of whimsical, funny, entertaining way of telling a story as Scott Wilbanks…and I’ll read whatever he puts forth next 😉 Then there’s Christian who stutters badly around everyone except his best friend, Annie, and who has gaping holes in his memory but he also sees what Annie sees through her magical door.Īs for the murder, I’m not going to say a word beyond this-getting there is all the fun. In just a few words, the author paints a picture of her that’s so compelling, you just have to keep reading. It’s all in the details, such as Elsbeth’s bitter loneliness wrapped up in her no-nonsense attitude and her willingness to accept what’s right in front of her even when she doesn’t understand how it can be. Culler, Danyer-is so vividly drawn that I felt I actually knew them. Each of the main characters-Annie, Elsbeth, Christian, Cap’n, Mr. Wilbanks has a sure touch when it comes to characterization.
So, I raised my hand to volunteer, so to speak, and I’m very glad I did. Also, there’s a murder (see, there’s my mystery element). Truthfully, I was drawn in by the lovely cover and by the description because I like the premise of communication between two time periods (and this reminded me of a favorite movie, “The Lake House”). All of which begs the question-why did I want to read this one? I just know I generally don’t like it enough to finish a book because I get distracted and bored by the flighty storylines and the, well, weirdness. On the other hand, I adore dark fantasy so maybe I’m offbase about my usual meh feeling towards magical realism. I suppose, in a way, that’s why I enjoy the mystery genre so much, being focused on a search for truth. I’ve never been a true fan of magical realism in my reading maybe because I have a more “literal” mind. The man who made the door-a famed Victorian illusionist-died under mysterious circumstances.Īnnie and her new neighbor, with the help of friends and strangers alike, must solve the mystery of what connects them before one of them is convicted of a murder that has yet to happen…and somehow already did. The source of mischief is an antique door Annie installed at the rear of her house. The note inside is blunt-trespass is dealt with at the business end of a shotgun in these parts!-spurring some lively correspondence between the Bay Area orphan and her new neighbor, a feisty widow living in nineteenth-century Kansas.
Annabelle Aster has discovered a curious thing behind her home in San Francisco–a letterbox perched atop a picket fence.
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