![]() ![]() The characters each have a public face and a private world of their own, sometimes a tragic, difficult one they want or need to hide. One, I really liked the characters, the world, and the half-teaspoon delivery system of information: nothing is dumped. I’m bummed there aren’t more books to disappear into, and I might have to go re-read them immediately for two reasons. For example, there’s the bucolic setting, but around the borders are real menaces in addition to the central mystery: PTSD, the trauma of war, major societal change, and the threat of homophobia. One tagline I’ve seen reads, “cozy mystery like Agatha Christie but make it gay.” It’s not so cozy that the dead have about as much impact as a dissolving dead NPC in a video game the cozy has sharp edges. I started reading Hither, Page, finished it too quickly, immediately hunted down the sequel, The Missing Page, and read that too quickly as well. ![]()
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