This is the sequel to Disappearing in Plain Sight, which I have not had the pleasure of reading. So although I am happy to say that is is a stand alone book, before you get to the standing alone part, you have to get through the throngs of characters that come pouring off the pages at you. It put me in mind of those 50’s movies ads for their “cast of thousands”. At one point I thought I might need to set up an Excel spreadsheet to square away who was who and who was related to who else and all their backstories. Whew!
But once I got past all that (which really wasn’t all that bad, I just like to exaggerate a smidge), holy patoly, what a read! It is all about the characters in a Canadian summer camp for abused/troubled teens, both the residents and the staff, and we are quickly caught up in the drama of their ongoing lives. It seemed to me like an awful lot of drama, having conveniently forgotten my own family and its theatrics, but then I got thinking that we all know lots of people with their dramas and tragedies, so this wasn’t so rare after all.
And it all seemed so familiar. Not the storyline, or the individual characters, but the general feel, the tone of the book. And then it hit me. Maeve Binchy. I LOVED Binchy’s books because everybody seemed so real. Well, so do all the folks in The Light Never Lies. You find yourself saying to one character, “Cripes. Get a GRIP.” or “She’s the one for you. What are you waiting for?” You know, stuff like that. And then when your husband in the other room asks who you are talking to, you have to make something up, like “It was the TV.”
The ending was satisfying, without being The End, if you know what I mean. Kind of like episodes in our lives that end, but are not actually finished. Does that make any sense?
I’m not going to get into the story or the characters, because it is complex and by the time I explain it all to you in enough detail for you to have some idea of what is going on, it will be tomorrow already. Just know it is one of those books that could have twenty sequels and still not get through everybody’s lives.
Heartwarming, heartbreaking, all those kinds of adjectives. Now I have to go read the first book. I hate it when that happens.