Amazon.com Review
When college student Lee Donne agrees to housesit for her grandfather in his hundred-year-old Oregon farmhouse, she has no idea why it's protected with such an up-to-date security system. She discovers the reason after an attempt to scare her out of the house backfires: buried in an abandoned root cellar is the proof of a hideous crime that occurred long before she was born, one whose revelation could destroy the political ambitions of a very powerful man and put Lee, her best friend, and even her grandfather in jeopardy. Wilhelm elevates a ho-hum plot into a suspenseful narrative that sheds light on a dark chapter in history and illuminates its effect on three generations of an American family. This is an unusual coming-of-age story about a young woman who finds her destiny in a place she never expected to discover it, written with Wilhelm's usual skill and verve.
--Jane Adams
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From Publishers Weekly
Marilee Donne is the academic loser of an overachieving family who is accidentally responsible for a young stalker's death while house-sitting for her grandfather in Eugene, Ore. The novel follows her attempt-with the help of her best friend, Casey, and a smalltown reporter, Bruno-to unravel the stalker's motivation, as we discover that he was not after Marilee but evidence of a Klan lynching tucked away in her grandfather's house. When they learn that the lynching involved an up-and-coming presidential candidate, their trip takes them to New Orleans in search of the evidence they need to seal the case against him. Wilhelm tackles difficult material in her latest novel, not altogether successfully. Her dated hyper-consciousness of race is jarring: Casey, Marilee's brainy African-American friend, is described as a sort of unlikely prodigy, and Marilee constantly worries that their friendship will be misinterpreted-"I could imagine what his report had been: lesbian lovers, a violent black woman beating up on her little blond partner." Wilhelm equates the Crescent City with the racist Deep South of yore, and the dire warnings strangers give Casey not to be seen eating with Marilee (or "someone might decide to run a truck into that old heap of yours") are-in a modern town that's more than half African-American-ludicrous. Likewise, statements such as "although desegregation was the law of the land, segregation ruled" take powerful liberty with the actual city. The mystery at the heart of the novel is well crafted, but the gee-whiz narration and implausible context sink this well-intentioned whodunit.
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