FLINDER’S FIELD by D. M. Mitchell

flinders-fieldSomething of a thriller, although to be honest with you, I am not exactly sure what the definition of a thriller is.  I really have to look that up.  Be right back.   Ok, I’m back.  Wiki says “ Thrillers are characterized and defined by the moods they elicit, giving viewers heightened feelings of suspense, excitement, surprise, anticipation and anxiety.”   OK, so I am right.  Something of a thriller.

An unsuccessful writer of thrillers, dark and violent books, living in London, gets a call that his father has passed away.  He is from a little village in the southwest of England, and it is 5 days before he can bring himself to go back the village that was his childhood home, where he had no friends, and was convinced his father and mother hated him, because his mother almost died giving birth to him.  His older sister also seems to hate him, and so we can understand why he was reluctant.

When he was a child, he had a friend one summer, until the parents on both sides forbid their boys to play with each other.  That autumn, the other family left, and our writer grew up alone and friendless with his parents and older sister.

When he returns all those years later, he notices that the old homestead of that long ago family has been revitalized, and a garden nursery established on its grounds.  He learns that his old friend is now back, along with his sister.  Our writer goes to visit, and thus starts a chain of events that all fans of Gone Girl will appreciate.

You know how the descriptions say, ‘But things were not as they seemed.’?  Well, in Flinder’s Field, things are exactly as they seem …. right up until they aren’t.

I really liked this book and I know you will too.  Put it on your list of books to be read before you get senile.



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