Four middle-aged women go on a “girls reunion” to a rundown “holistic” yoga center thingy in Butte, Montana. Brooke, Krista, Quinn and Tracy first met at a Mommy and Me group when their kids were little. A long time ago. Now the quartet is headed to Big Sky Country and a retreat for body, soul, and mind.
Just beneath the chummy surface, however, all is not well in ex-Mommy and Me Land. There are secrets. Betrayals. A harrowing run-in with a moose. And a hiking guide/yoga instructor who’s not who he seems to be. In fact, hunky “Max Williams” isn’t even the dude’s real name.
There’s also a tyrannical retreat owner, Barb, and eighty-ish Maude, the retreat’s chef. Maude is on a first-name basis with the retreat’s resident ghost, Simone. A prostitute from 100 years ago, Simone was murdered at the retreat. She puts in an appearance now and then, but mostly makes lights flickers and people chilly. There’s also yoga. Weight loss hypnosis. The tree bark and twigs-ish menu. The complexities of female friendships. And while the four gal pals seem like they’re all great friends on the surface, all huggy and chitty-chatty and all, there’s a lot going on beneath the smiling facades. Oh, and by the way. Even though they're at a "dry" retreat, booze seems to solve everything with these four. Or not.
There's a dead body later. Well, that’ll sure put a hitch in your weekend get-along.
Scene stealer: Geriatric Maude, irrepressible chef at Bridger Hot Springs Retreat. Other scene stealer: Maude’s faithful canine companion, Toby.
The novel also delves into the seedy, seamy underside of 19th century Butte, Montana. This was the weakest part of the story. The fact that the timeline ticks between past and present like a metronome on steroids doesn't help. Neither do the multiple POVS. Kindly pass the Excedrin. And with the exception of Maude, the characters feel contrived and brittle, the plot thin and predictable. It just tries too hard.
There’s also the occasional typo such as the repeated use of the word “taught” when the context indicates “taut.” As in, “Brooke swore they kept her neck and jawline much more taught…” (p. 34). Also, what happened to "Jenny" and why is never really spelled out. A loose end left dangling. Or maybe I just didn't care anymore.
Some peeps are gonna love this book. I'm not one of 'em. While What Happens in Montana has its moments and the writing is solid, it's just not my cuppa.