I usually do a bit of a plot synopsis, but the publisher description in this case is pretty good at it.
Tamara admits that she is selfish, spoiled and ungrateful ... she really is. You probably won't like her much at the beginning, but she kind of grows on you. She's terrible to her aunt Rosaleen, who seems quietly maternal. After all, Rosaleen and Arthur (her mom's brother), take them into their small gatehouse outside of Kilsaney Castle, where Arthur works as a groundskeeper. With Jennifer, Tamara's mom, pretty much staying in her upstairs room all day, you'd think Tamara would better take to Rosaleen's mothering efforts.
Tamara spends time exploring the grounds where she meets Sister Ignatius, a nun and beekeeper, who is more than a match for Tamara and her wisecracks. Tamara is puzzled when Sister Ignatius, who apparently has been around since Jennifer lived in the area before, believes Tamara to be a year older than she is.
When Tamara finds a book in a traveling library that contains her own handwriting, she is surprised to say the least. The book appears to talk about the happenings of her day, and when everything happens as written the next day, the previous entry disappears and is replaced with the next tomorrow.
There are some deeper and more intertwined mysteries as well, and it makes it interesting as we puzzle out whether Rosaleen is really good or bad and what sort of secrets she may be keeping. Who lives in the mysterious cottage across the lane? Why hasn't her mother snapped out of whatever is keeping her confined to her room? Will anyone believe Tamara as she inches closer to the truth?
Although Tamara does have a bit of a smart mouth, she's still really funny, and you can't help but like her after a time.
Altogether, a very interesting and fun read, with a few mysteries to solve. I liked it. It makes a good older YA read as well as a good adult read.
QUOTES (from an ARC; may be different in final copy):
I loved him, of course, but I know my dad wasn't a good man. He and I rarely spoke and when we did, it was to argue over something, or he was giving me money to get rid of me.
"Not so many people want to be nuns these days. It's not, what you'd say, cool?"
"Well, it's not just that it's not cool, which it totally isn't, no offense to God or anything, it's probably just a sex thing. If you were allowed to have sex I'd say loads of girls would want to be nuns. Though at the rate I'm going, I'll be joining you." I rolled my eyes.
Dad deserved his success, he just needed a master class in humility. I could have done with one too. How special I thought I was in the silver Aston Martin in which he drove me to school some mornings. How special am I now, now that somebody bought it from a depot of repossessed cars for a fraction of the price. How special indeed.
Writing: 4 out of 5 stars
Plot: 4.5 out of 5 stars
Characters: 4 out of 5 stars
Reading Immersion: 4 out 5 stars
BOOK RATING: 4.25 out of 5 starsshow more
by Julie Smith