The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane

 

The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane

The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane

The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane

By Katherine Howe

Hyperion

ISBN: 978-1-4013-4090-2

3.5 stars

Connie Goodwin, a Harvard doctoral candidate in American history, plans to spend her summer researching her thesis. Unfortunately, a call from her mother, Grace, changes that. Grace asks her to clean out her grandmother’s old house near Salem, Massachusetts and make it ready for sale. She’s annoyed but relents. She packs up the car and moves out of town for the summer away from her books and libraries.

Thumbing through the bookshelves in the old dilapidated house one night when she can’t sleep, Connie finds a key in a bible. Inside the shaft of the key is a small piece of paper with the name Deliverance Dane scrolled on it. She tells her mother about it but Grace doesn’t recognize the name. She decides to do a bit of research and finds she may have her original source for her thesis. This happy twist of fate also brings her to Sam, a steeplejack refurbishing an old church in town. The meeting is fortuitous and Connie, who never thinks of anything but books, finds herself with a new topic to obsess over. Suddenly, things begin to fall apart around her — Sam gets hurt, her adviser takes on an unnatural interest in her work, and she seems to be developing strange powers.

Interspersed throughout the book are short interludes about Deliverance and her family. These snippets are interesting and I wish there were more of them. It’s the reason I like to read historical fiction and I like the dynamic of old and new in the story.

I have to admit that the first 100 pages seemed a tad slow to me waiting for Connie to find what she was looking for. Once things picked up, it became much more interesting and fast paced. It was an intriguing take on the Salem witch trials and a glance at New England sensibilities at the time. A good read overall.

Booking Through Thursday

Booking Through ThursdayBooking Through Thursday asks — Two-thirds of Brits have lied about reading books they haven’t. Have you? Why? What book?

I have to say yes, but it was completely unintentional.

You know how you get in conversations with people and they mention a book and you say, “Oh, yeah, I read that one.” And then you start thinking while they’re talking and saying to yourself, Did I read that? I think I did. Maybe not. I know it’s on the shelf but that’s not an indicator of it actually being read. It’s just on the shelf. And this goes on in your head while the other person is talking about the book, some nuance of a character or plot, and you’re rummaging through a messy, over stacked shelf in your head wondering the whole time if you read it while nodding politely to make it appear as if you’re still listening although that boat sailed. You know, something along those lines.

So, what books? For some reason Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cites keeps popping into my head and I don’t know why. I’ve made valiant attempts to read it several times but I have never gotten far and by that I mean – “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” That’s all I remember.

If you’re interested in the Reuters UK story it’s here. The book most Brits lie about is 1984 by George Orwell. Now THAT one I have read! 🙂

Anything you’d like to fess up to?