Folks — Just got this press release in my emails. Somehow, I don’t think this book — Just What kind of Mother Are You, by Paula Daly — is just what kind of summer read we’re looking for:
It is every parent’s worst fear: a missing child. But what if the child you’ve lost was not your own? The unthinkable happens to Lisa Kallisto—an overwhelmed working mother—who takes her eye off the ball for just a moment during an impossibly hectic week, and suddenly her whole world descends into a living nightmare. Her best friend’s thirteen-year-old daughter has gone missing, on Lisa’s watch. And to make matters worse, Lucinda is the second teenage girl to disappear in the past two weeks. The first one turned up stripped bare and abandoned on the town’s main street after a horrible ordeal. Wracked with guilt over her mistake, and after having been publicly blamed by Lucinda’s family, Lisa sets out to right the wrong.
Motherhood, marriage, and friendships are tested as this string of horrifying abductions tear through Lisa’s small-town community in the English Lake district. As she begins digging under the surface, Lisa learns that everything is not quite what it first appears to be. It seems that everyone in her picturesque village has a secret, and the investigation into Lucinda’s disappearance will force them all to expose the hidden truths they work so hard to keep buried from the world.
Gripping and fast-paced, JUST WHAT KIND OF MOTHER ARE YOU?… explores the horrors that lurk in our everyday lives.
Lurk, lurk, lurk. That’s what danger just loves to do. It’s always there and if you don’t see it and worry about it all the time, well, heck, that’s because it is LURKING. Duh! Take your “eye off the ball for just a moment” and suddenly you’re in a “living nightmare.”
Yes, yes, this is a novel and writers write what they hope will sell, and I wish any new author good luck. It’s just I’m so sick of how all roads (and books and TV shows and movies and Headline News stories and magazine tips and newspaper articles) lead to abduction. After all: it only takes a moment…to keep spreading fear. – L
Ah, the empty swing. You know what THAT means, right?