The Girl with a Clock for a Heart by Peter
Swanson (William Morrow, 2014, 304 pages)
I have to admit, I was first drawn to this book partly because of
the cover and partly because of the title. Just one of those times, I
suppose, when my aesthetic sense took over and said, "ooooooo
pretttttyyyy cover, hope the book is good."
Well, I'm happy to report, this novel was good. Very good, in fact.
By the end, you feel like you started off sitting on a small
snowball and rode it down a long hill until you were trapped in the
center of a
huge, dense snowball that was bigger than a house.
And a fun ride it is: a man finds himself face-to-face with a former
college girlfriend twenty years after she disappeared and it's all a
tangled web of lies, money, and murder after that. And yet, these
lies and the stolen money and the multiple bodies don't account for
the sense of creeping, dark foreboding that haunts each page. Rather,
it's the third-person omniscient narrative voice that makes you want
to read
TGwaCfaH with one eye on the page and one eye on the
door. This voice is at once jaded and hopeful, deadpan and ironic.
You trust this voice immediately, only to then recoil in horror at
the thought that you just placed your trust in this man without even
thinking twice.