Published by Brigham Books on June 8, 2016
Genres: Fiction, Women
Source: I received a copy of this book from the publisher for review consideration.
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Cama Truesdale’s ex-husband and young son leave Boston for a "boys only" fishing trip in South Carolina’s Low Country. In the early morning hours, Cama is jolted awake by a phone call. There’s been a fire on board the boat. Her ex-husband is dead. Her son is missing and presumed dead.
As she sets off for South Carolina, Cama's belief that her son Tate is alive is unwavering. But her frantic search soon stirs up painful memories that send her reeling back to her childhood and the mysterious car crash that killed her black mother and white father. As the clock ticks down, exhausted, haunted by dreams, and stymied by the police and local community, she enters a world in which she must rely on instinct over fact, and where no one and nothing is what it seems—not even the boundary between the living and the dead.
Vanishing Time is a tale about how grief can shape reality and the power of a mother’s love.
I went into Vanishing Time expecting an uncomfortable journey through the twisted black hole that we call grief. That journey was real, and the novel was downright disturbing at times because of it. But that theme alone doesn’t even begin to summarize this novel. Unfortunately, I can’t say much more without spoiling things but listen: Don’t underestimate Katharine Britton, you guys.
But I had to keep moving forward. Weren’t no way around it. Had to find my way through. We all got to face our truth. Ain’t that so?
There’s a slight paranormal angle involving ghosts/spirits. At least, I think there was? I’m not exactly sure what was happening in those passages, but the confusion I felt is a good thing! (If you read it, you’ll see what I mean.) Usually paranormal is an immediate turn-off for me, but it worked here.
A couple things that bothered me: The police were so uninvolved with Cama. Almost dismissive. Considering the circumstances, it’s hard to believe they wouldn’t be more direct about communicating with her. Also, her best friend seemed far less concerned about Cama than you’d expect from a “best friend,” especially considering Cama didn’t have any familiar faces to lean on in South Carolina and her messages were a little wild at times. I’m not sure if I found it difficult to believe, or just plain sad.
People afraid of different . . . Human nature, I suppose, to assume a person that’s different from you means you harm. But we got to rise above our instincts.
I really, really liked this book. It has that contemporary women’s fiction feel with a generous dose of psychological thriller. Unimaginably difficult theme, but totally worth holding out to the end.