I hate secrets. Unless they’re fun and surprising people for celebrations, secrets stress me out. Especially in books.
That’s because the whole time I am reading, I know eventually it’s all gonna hit the fan, and I can’t read fast enough to find out how it does and how it will be handled. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I can get a little too into a book on occasion. This was definitely the case with Diane Chamberlain’s The Secret Life of CeeCee Wilkes. Here’s the description from amazon.com:
“In 1977, pregnant Genevieve Russell disappeared. Twenty years later, her remains are discovered and Timothy Gleason is charged with murder. But there is no sign of the unborn child. CeeCee Wilkes knows how Genevieve Russell died, because she was there. And she knows what happened to her missing infant, because two decades ago she made the devastating choice to raise the baby as her own. Now Timothy Gleason is facing the death penalty, and she has another choice to make. Tell the truth and destroy her family. Or let an innocent man die in order to protect a lifetime of lies.”
This was one of the books chosen for my book club, so I had no choice. I had to embrace the secrets and dive right in.
I thought I was a great read. I finished it in a couple of days (one reason I love air travel) and Chamberlain is a great writer. I enjoyed the growth of the characters, the changes, the realizations and everything in between. And I even kept my book nerd stress under control :).