I finally get some down time and what happens? I get sick. Not just sick, like a sniffle here and there but flat out sick (tonsils swollen, throat as red as can be). Ugh. So what do you think I am craving? A cool drink? Ice cream? No… the spiciest, hottest CarneAsada tacos known to man. I’ll burn this cold out of me yet!
Tonight we’ll heat up the grill and enjoy a little Mexican feast, watch some 80’s movies and just chill. Right now though I am on the couch reading. I am alternating between Foreign Tongue and The Middle Place and enjoying both of them. I may imbibe on a shot of NyQuil here in a little bit because the throat is quite the squeaky wheel today.
Tomorrow as we celebrate Memorial Day with our burgers and hot dogs, my 18-year-old nephew will be on a plane to Afghanistan where he’ll serve his country for twelve long months. It’s sort of ironic that he is being sent ON Memorial Day. I remember when he was just a chubby kid and now he is a sharp shooter for the Army. It blows my mind.
“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ.”Libby Day was seven when her mother and two sisters were murdered in “The Satan Sacrifice of Kinnakee, Kansas.” As her family lay dying, little Libby fled their tiny farmhouse into the freezing January snow. She lost some fingers and toes, but she survived–and famously testified that her fifteen-year-old brother, Ben, was the killer. Twenty-five years later, Ben sits in prison, and troubled Libby lives off the dregs of a trust created by well-wishers who’ve long forgotten her.
The Kill Club is a macabre secret society obsessed with notorious crimes. When they locate Libby and pump her for details–proof they hope may free Ben–Libby hatches a plan to profit off her tragic history. For a fee, she’ll reconnect with the players from that night and report her findings to the club . . . and maybe she’ll admit her testimony wasn’t so solid after all. As Libby’s search takes her from shabby Missouri strip clubs to abandoned Oklahoma tourist towns, the narrative flashes back to January 2, 1985.
The events of that day are relayed through the eyes of Libby’s doomed family members–including Ben, a loner whose rage over his shiftless father and their failing farm have driven him into a disturbing friendship with the new girl in town. Piece by piece, the unimaginable truth emerges, and Libby finds herself right back where she started–on the run from a killer.
This one sounds like a real page turner. I wonder when I will be able to read it.
Sigh.
Slowly catching up. Two more reviews that I’ve committed to and I’m good.