21 chapters
306 pages
First let me begin this review by saying that I read this book back in 2012. However, after I read a book, I always try to write out my feelings on the story when I finish. Sometimes, I’m moved to write a great deal to type up later. Other times, I just feel up to writing a very basic review. I never intended for it to take me almost six YEARS to get it on my GoodReads account, but it has. Obviously, by now, I don’t really remember much about the story, though sometimes my notes help jog my memory. So, if the following review doesn’t really say much or deal too much with the story or plot, that’s probably because I wasn’t moved by one or the other or both to write more than I did. However, such as it is I give to you.
My Review—The book jacket says the heroine (Jane Wheel) is “a dynamic mix of Miss Marple…,” and the heroine repeatedly refers to Nancy Drew. Let me just say: “Nancy, Miss Marple—breathe easy. Your legendary reputations are safe.” Neither is in any danger of being overshadowed by Jane Wheel. I did, however, find a correlation that wasn’t made/brought up in the book: The detective in this book, Detective Oh, reminded me a great deal of Charlie Chan. Something about his mannerisms and the way his mind worked through the case’s many facets.
As to this Jane, well, I found her a bit scatterbrained and way too obsessed with her passion (it’s no wonder her husband left her [see excerpt below]). And, well, everyone in the book needs to invest in a dictionary or in Verbal Advantage because every other word is “f–ing” this or “J–s Chr–t” that, which is sad because there are so many nonvulgar words in the English language that will have you sounding so much more erudite instead of a potty-mouth gutter rat. (That said, I write novels myself and know people do speak this way and throw in such words from time to time (though I don’t write them out; I do as I did above), and, when I was younger, I, too, used to swear worthy of a sailor’s reputation.)
However, there are likeable aspects of the story. Jane Wheel wasn’t nearly as annoying as most modern heroines (though she did have issues with her marriage), and she had a sweet friendship with longtime friend (since kindergarten), Tim, plus she obviously adored her son, Nick, and liked dogs.
The problem with her marriage can be summed up by this excerpt:
“Charley thought she loved her stuff, her finds, more than she loved him. Jane had laughed
when he’d accused her, thinking he was joking.
“ ‘I mean it, Jane,…you are in a different world when you come home and sort through those
buttons.’
“ ‘Like you, Charley, on a dig, or piecing together a skeleton or writing up your research.’
“ ‘No, Jane, with me it’s science, but, with you, it’s romance’ ” (100).
There’s a definite problem when your husband believes you love garage-sale finds (or whatever) MORE than you love him.
This next excerpt kind of ties in. Detective Oh, another character in the story, is thinking the following:
“ ‘But really…they should be partnered up with other finders, other pickers, and dealers, so they
could actually understand each other.’ Being partners with somebody who doesn’t see the same
beauty, the same potential, who doesn’t feel the same passion can be lonely, for both maybe”
(185).
Reading the above, I couldn’t help but think of something I once read in a book called "Holy Sex!" (written by a Catholic PhD) about marriage. In it, the author says that a husband and wife don’t have to be as Detective Oh says (above), liking the same things, etc.; they just have to be loving (self-donative) enough to realize that God has made each of us differently—some couples may like some (or all) of the same things, which is fine, but for those couples who don’t have the same interests straight down the line, each spouse needs to be of the opinion that “what I like/enjoy isn’t more important/better than what my spouse likes/enjoys. God made us differently, and I need to recognize that and say, ‘I fell in love with this person, and this is a part of who he is, and, even if I can’t ever JOIN him in his fondness for, say, football, I can at least appreciate it as something HE likes and be supportive of him in it and self-donative by joining him at a game or watching it at home and listening to him talk about it (even if I don’t understand a word he says) because it’s how I’D like him to treat ME and MY passion(s), how I’d like him to be when I talk about, say, garage-sale finds,’ ” etc.
So, regarding both excerpts, with Jane and Charley, Detective Oh and his wife, Claire—each should set aside his disinterest, his ennui, his confusion regarding the other’s hobby(ies)/passion(s)/interest(s) and recognize that it’s just a part of who the other is, accept that, and embrace it because he loves his spouse and never wants his spouse to feel as if any part of her is unimportant (as long as the interest/hobby/passion (whatever) isn’t illegal or immoral, of course).
As to the story: I figured out the murderer the moment he was introduced, but his motives for the killings I didn’t fully get until the end. As I said, there were several murders, each rather grotesque/brutal. Besides learning the in-depth goings-on behind garage and estate sales, I wasn’t overly impressed with the book. The story was okay, characters I could take or leave (probably leave), and plot was all right—but there are plenty of other murder mystery series out there which I plan to read before returning to the “Stuff” series, which I probably won’t ever do. I just wasn’t all that “taken” or “sold” on “Killer Stuff.”
Grade: C
Excerpts
- “Jane was beginning to wonder if she was ready to date” (200).
This is part of the story I didn’t like. She SHOULDN’T be dating; she’s not divorced, merely
SEPARATED—meaning STILL MARRIED! It was a stupid subplot because she vowed to love,
honor, cherish in good times and bad…FORSAKING ALL OTHERS! Well, she’s still married, so
she’s still bound to those vows and should still be “forsaking all others,” which means…no
dating.
- “…she thought of Charley. She realized [he’d] known what he was up against, seeing her
euphoria when she returned from sales and unloaded dusty object after dusty object on the
kitchen table. Once [he’d] shaken his head and sighed, ‘How can I compete with this?’ ” (207).
This goes along with the other excerpts. They’re both in the wrong. Charley should’ve tried to
embrace her hobby/passion, but Jane was wrong to allow her hobby to become her mistress!
We’re to love people—NOT THINGS. Her marriage was bound for trouble when she began to
allow inanimate objects (rusty, dusty THINGS!) to upstage her husband, the man she said she
loved and to whom she pledged to forsake ALL OTHERS (yes, even garage-sale finds). It may
seem stupid for a man to get jealous of, say, buttons, but he’s human, and it isn’t hard for one to
feel as if he’s a second-class citizen to anything/anyone that takes up all the other’s time and
attention, etc.
- “What was it with those boys who could shrug off injustice so easily?” (224).
This is regarding Jane’s recollections about her son, Nick, and his asthma. Nick was on the
soccer team and being “hassled” by the coach about keeping up and running, etc. She got upset
at what she perceived as “injustice” (the coach was being SO MEAN!), but Charley and Nick
didn’t seem fazed at all. Could that be because it wasn’t “injustice” but equal treatment? There
are other kids on the team, each one out there hustling to make a goal. It would’ve been injustice
if the coach had allowed Nick to shirk his duties simply because he had asthma—making all the
other kids pick up Nick’s slack! Excuse me, Jane, but stop being such a chick. Your son doesn’t
have to play. If you dislike it, don’t go to the games. If HE dislikes being “picked on,” then get
off the team! No one’s MAKING him play with asthma. Find a hobby that doesn’t cause excess
exertion, which ratchets up the breathing! That’s the problem with society today (one of them
anyway)—chickification! My gosh! Your husband and son don’t have problems with the
treatment because they don’t have WOMBS, which cause chicks to “FEEL” their way through life.
God didn’t create men to be governed by their “feelings”; men are typically logical, analytical,
rational—thinkers (unless they’ve been emasculated by “feeling” women). Is it wrong to feel?
Absolutely not. It’s how God designed us. But it is wrong to force others to feel as we, to force
men (typically doers and thinkers and problem-solvers) to FEEL instead of THINK, DO,
PROBLEM-SOLVE. So, either shelve your womb (your FEELINGS) when you go to his games or
stop going (and hit a garage sale instead, where you can be led, ruled, and get carried away by
your FEELINGS). Geesh!
- “…No one went to hell for being curious. There was Eve, of course. But she didn’t necessarily go
to hell” (244).
No, Eve just got kicked out of paradise (Eden) and had to live a life of hardship, toiling, and pain.
Great choice, Jane. So, because you were “curious” about how it would feel to kiss another man
(not your husband), you think you’re justified because it wasn’t about love or desire—just a
whim, just part of “I wonder…” (Which I don’t think is an addendum in those vows you took at
the altar. “Do you, Jane, promise to love…, forsaking all others…unless, of course, you’re
curious?”)
Actually, in the next paragraph, Jane says exactly as I just responded. “She just got kicked out of
paradise” (244). Which is exactly what Jane got: separated from her husband, the man
(according to the book) she still loves. Hm. Maybe it isn’t always so good to wonder if the grass
really is greener, to yield to our curiosities. It is, after all, what killed the cat. And do you really
want to bargain with your marriage (paradise) that the satisfaction of having your curiosity
answered, will bring you back?
And, by the way: Eve wasn’t curious; she was deceived by the snake (satan). She then took the
fruit to Adam, who was neither curious nor deceived; he was told by God, Himself, not to eat the
fruit, so Adam was guilty of disobedience (to God’s Word). There was no curiosity involved in the
Fall of Man. Deception and disobedience were. So, nice try, but don’t use God’s Word to try to
justify your sin. Big mistake.
- “Jane…had walked in the door from the parking lot, leaving Rita in the backseat. With the
window halfway down” (291).
Uh…wrong! I thought people knew better by now: NEVER leave a dog (or any animal or kid) in
the car! Even with “halfway-down” windows, it gets insufferably hot inside a vehicle. Even if
you’re only gone a minute, well, you can fry an egg in that short a time. It doesn’t take long
inside an over to broil, roast, or simmer alive. Bottom line: Don’t leave a kid or an animal inside
the car. Either don’t take him or, if an animal, tie him up outside in the shade (assuming he’s
well-behaved).
Okay. There’s my rant.