Technically, this is a mystery novel and if it needs a category of mystery, I might slot it under the “cosy” column but it’s also a period-piece, set in Atlanta, GA during 2nd World War, a romance, and a fantasy all told with a touch of humour. If you keep a spreadsheet of books you’ve read this year with various columns to note your reading history you might need a new column labeled “genre-bender” and perhaps that’s where Josh’s book belongs.
I’m in awe of mystery writers. Plotting a story with twists and turns and red herrings and chapter mini-climaxes is an enviable skill. Throw in some interesting characters and a high body count and you have a light-hearted page-turner. Except for the body count and the means by which some of the characters meet their fate. Then you’re venturing into different territory again. Poe-like.
The story follows Stormy Green, who is aware of the connotations her name stirs up in the males she encounters in the testosterone territory that was the newspaper biz at the time. Stormy, you see, is a budding journalist and moves to Atlanta to start her career. In the course of the story she meets the love of her life, a magic mirror, a stripper with a boa (not the feathered kind) in her act, and an adorable dog she calls “Bits”. Oh, yes, and she starts her career as an obituary writer, hence the title which gives you further clues about the tone of the book. Who doesn’t like a good pun?
If you’re looking for a distraction from the present and you’ve just finished a dystopian novel set in a post-apocalyptic future when the lights don’t go on again, pick up “Oh, Bits” and have fun in the past. And the next time you look in a mirror, you might find yourself looking for something beyond your reflection.