I am currently reading a book passed on to me by the friend who loves mystery stories. It seems to be the third book in a series (she passed books 3-6 on to me, but so far it seems as if I can figure out what is going on without having read the first two books ).
It is called The Bohemian Murders and was written by Dianne Day. It is in the Fremont Jones Mystery series.
Thus far a woman named Fremont Jones was forced to leave San Francisco and her small business (she was a typist) after the great earthquake and fire in 1906. She follows a former suitor to Carmel, where they break up, and she takes a temporary job as a lighthouse keeper when the regular keeper needs to take a few months off.
Early on in her tenure at the lighthouse, a corpse washes up with the tide. Fremont is curious as to the identity of the woman, and it looks as if she is going to become involved in some serious stickiness in trying to discover who the woman was, and what happened to her!
I like this book, in that the main character has gone through something very traumatic, and it shows in her life in all sorts of ways, just as it would with a real disaster victim.
Quote: An earthquake is a great learning experience. I suppose the same is true of any disaster that shakes you up and turns your life upside down; when you start to put yourself back together again, you find that nothing looks quite the same as it did before. And if you lost a great deal, as most of us did in the quake and fire, you will learn quickly what means the most to you by the ferocity with which you long to have it back.
Love and friendship aside (for the moment I am understandably confused on that score), what I missed most after the earthquake, with a longing that was almost physical, was the daily routine of going to my office and having a job to do that earned me a living wage. I learned that any work, paid or not, is better than none; and that forming one's own routine and sticking to it can be the equivalent of a port in storm... ******************************************************
Our lives are the songs that sing the universe into existence.~David Zindell <i>Edited by: Duchess of Malfi at: 2/14/06 10:49 pm </i>
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