Nothing about any of these people is as it seems, except for Hannah/Freddie, the narrator of the story. Hannah sends beta-reader Leo chapters of her novel as she completes them and he emails his critique back to her. This is further complicated by the introduction of a character called Leo Johnson, a beta-reader in reality, who lives in Boston her neighbour and co-recipient of the fellowship in her novel. The writing is very vivid, the lines deliberately blurred. It is hard at times to remember that we’re reading a novel about a novel being written. She is in the Boston Public Library trying to gather inspiration and finds herself sharing a table with three other people, whom she dubs Freud Girl, Heroic Chin and Handsome Man. Hannah Tigone is an Australian author living in Sydney, writing about another Australian author Freddie (Winifred), recipient of a fellowship which has her living in Boston for a year. MY THOUGHTS: I love having my head messed with, and Sulari Gentill is a master of the art. Each has his or her own reasons for being in the reading room that morning-it just happens that one is a murderer. While they wait for the all-clear, four strangers, who’d happened to sit at the same table, pass the time in conversation and friendships are struck. Security guards take charge immediately, instructing everyone inside to stay put until the threat is identified and contained. A scream is supposed to bring help, and we heard her scream.’ĪBOUT ‘THE WOMAN IN THE LIBRARY’: The ornate reading room at the Boston Public Library is quiet, until the tranquility is shattered by a woman’s terrified scream. ‘What if they never find out who killed Caroline?’ Marigold’s voice trembles. ‘I’m not sure what we can possibly do,’ Cain admits. We heard her die.’ There is an earnestness in Marigold’s voice. ‘It just seems indecent not to do anything. ‘There were a lot of people in Bates Hall that day, Marigold,’ Cain says more gently. ‘If anything is going to make us reveal our true identities as avenging superheroes, surely it’s that.’
Whit carefully pulls an onion ring from a stack smothered with honey barbeque sauce and cheese. Someone was killed just feet from where we were sitting. ‘We can’t just pretend it didn’t happen and carry on. EXCERPT: ‘So what are we going to do about Caroline Palfrey?’
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