The only witness to the death of Paul Iverson's wife, Lexy,
is their dog, Lorelei. Did Lexy fall
from the tall apple tree or did she jump?
Her death is ruled an accident, but, if she fell, why was she up there
in the first place? Plus, just before
her death, Lexy reorganized the books in their library and fed Lorelei a steak;
both acts were previously unheard of. Paul
wants answers and hopes that Lorelei can somehow provide them. He investigates the possibility of canine
speech and becomes the laughingstock of his colleagues at the university where
he teaches. Meanwhile, his flashbacks to
his week-long first date with Lexy and her occasional outbursts of anger
provide us with a portrait of an imaginative but troubled young woman. I kept
asking myself why neither Paul nor Lexy ever mentioned psychotherapy, but I
guess he was in denial, and she was too embarrassed. Also, how could Lexy possibly earn a living
making papier-maché masks? Oh,
well. Let's not fret the details. At least Paul's obsession with dog training
abates a bit when he finds that Lexy consulted a TV fortune teller just before
her death. This discovery gives him a
different mission: to find out the
details of that conversation. Or perhaps
he can unlock the mystery by reading Lexy's dream journal, or by figuring out
what the new book arrangement means. The
various clues fuel Paul's quest, but I was never quite sure if grief drove his pursuit
of the truth or if he just wanted closure.
I certainly wanted closure myself, and the author provided it in a very
satisfying ending.
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