Rating: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Obtained from: Personal Library
Read: October 16, 2015
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My first thought on seeing Cathy Pegau’s Murder on the Last Frontier was to run as fast as I could in the opposite direction. I mean absolutely no offense to the author, but the last Alaskan fiction I attempted scarred me for life and reviving the memory wasn’t high on my to-do list. Still, something about the premise piqued my interest and to make a long story short, I bit the bullet, quashed my doubts, and put in for a review copy.
I guess I should start by saying that I found Charlotte Brody a fascinating heroine. She is a feminist and a suffragette, but she doesn’t pontificate. She lives by her beliefs and I found the subtly of her character inviting. I was also struck by her opinion of the working girls of Cordova. Her thoughts may be described as modern, but I appreciated them because they felt appropriate to someone in Charlotte’s situation.
Charlotte’s brother Michael was equally interesting and I loved backstory Pegau created for him. Many of the characters have come to Cordova in search of a fresh start, but the Michael’s motivations felt incredibly authentic and I liked the history perspective his circumstances afforded.
James’ role as Charlotte’s love interest was predictable, but I think the way Pegau played it genuinely realistic. The two don’t fall into one another’s arms and declare their undying affection and I liked that. These characters have emotional baggage they’re struggling to rectify and I thought their hesitancy and caution both refreshing and original.
The mystery itself is not overly complex, but it is engaging nonetheless. I felt invested in the plot despite accurately identifying the culprit and I enjoyed the atmospheric quality of the narrative Pagau put forth.
Delightfully entertaining and authentically written. A highly recommended historic mystery.
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Retreating into her room, she pushed her door closed and leaned her forehead against the cool wood. Not even twenty-four hours in town and she’d twice been mistaken for a sporting woman. A wry laugh escaped her throat. Surely that was some sort of record.
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