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Year Four, Day 186: Jane Hawk - My Escape

I need a vacation from life. Everything feels so dang serious and too intense. I want to take a long walk in the wilderness. Or sit by the ocean.

But that's not going to happen in the near future. Even the thought of escaping my responsibilities leaves me short of breath.

I have a granddaughter to watch, piano students to teach, a church to provide music for, a mother to visit with, a son to advise and a new grandson on the way.  Plus all the myriad chores of daily life.

But I do feel the need for a break from the news, the noise from the internet and inside my head.

Basically I need a break from reality.

I am not much for television. I put it on at night to catch up with the news. Or put in a documentary to enrich my mind. On rare occasion I binge watch a series - especially British shows. Or even rarer yet, a movie. But I often read while the television is on.

What I really need is a good novel. I haven't picked up a good novel since I finished  The Walk series by Richard Paul Evans.

And that was a few weeks ago! I am long overdue.  Nothing had caught my eye recently at the library. I have scads of books at home and on my Kindle. But no sparks lit.

Then yesterday, out of the blue, as I was approaching a bus stop, an elderly woman looked at me and asked if I had just come from the library. I told her I had.

She then proceeded to talk about the Jane Hawk series by Dean Koontz. I knew I had to start this series from the minute she started describing the plot to me. I had been a big Dean Koontz fan years ago. After I threw down Misery  by Stephen King in disgust. Dean Koontz is a masterful story teller, but he doesn't always just blatantly kill off the main characters like Mr. King. He usually lets the good guys win.

I gave up all horror once I gave birth.  The world was scary enough. And for the last 29 years, I've been worrying about saving my family if needed.

I'm tired of being a super hero. Plus, Jane Hawk sounds more suspenseful than horrific.

Check this out:

The Silent Corner

(Jane Hawk #1)


"Meet Jane Hawk—a remarkable new heroine certain to become an icon of suspense, propelled by the singular narrative genius of #1 New York Times bestselling author Dean Koontz.

“I very much need to be dead.”

These are the chilling words left behind by a man who had everything to live for—but took his own life. In the aftermath, his widow, Jane Hawk, does what all her grief, fear, and fury demand: find the truth, no matter what.

People of talent and accomplishment, people admired and happy and sound of mind, have been committing suicide in surprising numbers. When Jane seeks to learn why, she becomes the most-wanted fugitive in America. Her powerful enemies are protecting a secret so important—so terrifying—that they will exterminate anyone in their way.

But all their power and viciousness may not be enough to stop a woman as clever as they are cold-blooded, as relentless as they are ruthless—and who is driven by a righteous rage they can never comprehend. Because it is born of love."

I can't wait! My pulse is racing (in a good, happy way!) and I feel awake, alive even!  
A good novel recharges me. I"ll give you a review in a few days.

If only I could find a hammock.
But now, I need to dash. The library is closing in 5 minutes.

Happy Friday!
Love,

Zita


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