It’s Christmas in Bar Harbor, Maine and Miriam Caravasios’s family has flown from far afield to what they all believe could be the matriarch’s last Christmas. At the very least the last she remembers as she is quickly being lost to dementia. What none of the family knows, however, is that, without a word, she will stumble out into the ice before that year’s holiday has even begun and disappear below the surface. Was it a confused woman’s mistake, a successful suicide, or something decidedly more sinister like murder?
When the family learns of her disappearance, their rather eccentric personalities begin to clamor for the family riches. You see, the Caravasios clan is obscenely wealthy with a rather blue-blood mansion on the well-to-do Mount Desert Island. And, while none of the family finds it necessary to work, more is, well…more. And they all want that pot of gold. Not that any of them other than granddaughter Delphine has spent much time with the fading Miriam.
Following the discovery of Miriam’s death, the family sits for the reading of the will. And, despite their absence in the last years of Miriam’s life, each is salivating at what could soon be theirs. From siblings Dora, Delphine’s sharp-tongued mother; to Diana, who seems particularly eager to gain her seemingly rightful share; and last but surely not least, Richard, who appears to be quite capable of cutting anyone down to size, least of all his mother. Rounding out the motley crew are insecure but loving granddaughter, Delphine; Miriam’s live-in caretaker, Adam, who also just happens to be Delphine’s secret hunky boy toy. Oh, and let’s not forget the family’s former longtime housekeeper slash nanny, Shelly Dyer, who left them in a cloud of mystery years ago. Each is just a bit too happy to hear what their individual windfalls may be.
So when they all gather at the attorney’s office to hear just what each is going to get, the truth is galling. Excluding a small inheritance to each of Miriam’s own children, the bulk sum will go to Delphine, the only member of the Caravasios family who deemed to give her grandmother the time of day. Just as quickly as the turn of fortune, however, suspicion for Miriam’s sudden, unforeseen death falls on the youngest of the family. Delphine Lockwood. Will she be able to scramble fast enough to uncover the truth? Was it accident? Suicide? Or murder? And does Delphine herself now have cause to worry? For if Miriam came to a suspicious end, they might just decide to give their luck another go.
You Must Remember This is, for the most part, not a thriller or even a mystery. Instead, it is more of a winding love story minus the sappy romance that alternates between past and present with just a bit of suspense that slowly ratchets higher and higher. While it wasn’t at all something I would normally be inclined to read, I ate it up as fast as humanly possible. Because it was excellent in nearly all aspects. And don’t worry, that mystery does come around at the end where, in the last 100 pages, I found myself nearly ripping the pages out of the binding as I flipped them. Because the ending is damned near perfect. But maybe don’t read the publisher’s synopsis (mine is missing the spoiler I found in theirs) as I would’ve enjoyed the book far more without the climax being trashed. But I’ll come back to that one flaw I did find.
Filled with hauntingly vivid descriptions and deep and well-explored characters who are every bit as eccentric as one might authentically find in an old, well-to-do, blue blood clan, the absolute best part of this novel was by far the twisted humor (the dialogue is stuffed with it). From the constantly plastered uncle to the cold, calculating aunt and brown-nosing mother, each has something to gain from the old woman’s demise making the story jam-packed with suspects (and red herrings).
The only aspect I didn’t absolutely adore was the turtle-like speed of all but the last third of the book. Slow burn would be an understatement. But for once, I decided to put my fast-pace demanding self on the back-burner and relished the superbly well-crafted plot that Kat Rosenfield masterfully wrote. Between the dual timelines (separated by nearly a lifetime) and POVs, we explore youth and old age in equal measure but focus solidly on love, especially of the illicit turned conventional in variety. So, go into this novel with your eyes wide open and you might indeed enjoy it just as much as I did. However, don’t be fooled into believing the book jacket or other reviews claiming it’s a classic mystery. Because the vast majority of it is decidedly not. It is, though, oh so good. Rating of 4.5 stars.
Trigger warning: dementia, alcohol abuse, infidelity, homophobia