Scholastic Press, July 2016
To say that Agnes and Bo are polar opposites would be grossly overstating their similarities….at least at first glance. It is difficult to imagine what the serene, docile blind girl would discuss with the most promiscuous wild-child in the small southern town. It is initially inconceivable that the two would form a bond built on trust and whole-hearted acceptance. Run isn’t a SnapChat view of two teenagers’ lives. Ms. Keplinger uses a wide lens to clearly capture the vast and complicated contributing factors that affect not only how other people see the girls; but also their own perceptions of themselves.
That is not to say, however, that this is a dark and heavy tome. Contrarily, I found this to be immediately irresistible and I ended up reading the book in one day. It is so easy to become immersed, then invested in a story that is told from two points of view. Ms. Keplinger spins the tale in that fashion, with a fantastic little tense twist. True to her very core, Bo’s side of the story is happening right now, present tense, in your face—exactly the way she lives her life. Agnes takes us back—remembering, yes….but also, considering and contemplating.
While I hesitate to use comparisons in reviews, I genuinely feel that I would be remiss if I did not say: this story, to me, feels important in an Eleanor and Park kind of way. Although it is undeniably Bo and Agnes’ story; their parents do play a key role. Just like the teens; adults can be guilty of making and sticking to snap judgments. Also alongside adolescents; adults have plenty of room to grow. I’ve no doubt Run will have mass appeal in the YA world and I’m pretty confident that there are plenty of Not-So-Young Adults that will dig it, too.
Reviewed by jv poore, November 2016.
Death in the Tunnel
A British Library Crime Classic
Poisoned Pen Press, May 2016
First of all, a short synopsis: Sir Wilfred Saxonby dies as he takes the five o’clock train home. He’s in a locked compartment, shot through the heart by one bullet, the pistol that fired it under his own seat. His death seems straightforward enough, the only odd thing being the fact the train was traveling through a long tunnel at the time. A very noisy, very dark tunnel. And there were the mysterious lights the engineer and fireman saw on the tracks, changing from red, which slowed the train, to green again, when the train sped up.
Was Sir Wilfred’s death suicide, or was it murder?
That is the question posed to Inspector Arnold of Scotland Yard. Terribly puzzled himself, Arnold calls in Desmond Merrion, an amateur expert on criminology. Together they set out to discover the truth in this convoluted plot.
See. No spoilers.
Death in the Tunnel was first published in 1936, the author contemporaneous with Agatha Christie. The plot plods, in my most humble opinion, although the premise is classically intriguing. The characters never really come alive, composed, for the most part, of talking heads. I never really see them. The action, what there is of it, seems constrained. Nobody, even the dead man’s children, seems to care all that much.
Writing styles come and go. Perhaps the British version of that day was more stilted, although Christie, Sayers, Creasey, among others, always struck me a writers of good stories. American author Mabel Seeley, from the same era, brought the reader into her characters’ world, always with a sense of danger involved.
As a puzzle concept, Death in the Tunnel, delivers. As a rousing good story, I can only say, “Not for me.”
Reviewed by Carol Crigger, March 2017.
Author of Three Seconds to Thunder and Four Furlongs.