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In High Country, Anna Pigeon turns her hands to outright sleuthing. Still taking place in a National Park, this story finds Anna going undercover as a waitress (!!) in famous Yosemite Park’s fanciest lodge.
Yosemite’s head ranger is worried that a serial killer is stalking the area, with four young people inexplicably vanished from the park. Anna has been brought in to replace one of them, a waitress.
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This is one of my most-favourite books so far with Anna Pigeon, intrepid park ranger. The mystery is well carried-out, the characters are vividly and visually drawn, and the sense of place is excellent. The author worked some years at this same park, which may help explain the groundedness.
So, Anna must needs explain the mystery of the dead body this time at her park. Finally someone in charge takes notice that dead bodies appear when Anna is near!
The beginning of the story shows Anna in church watching the reverend sheriff boyfriend conduct a marriage for one of Anna’s deputies. There’s a lovely description evoking both place and character and appearance of the woman next to Anna in the pew. I suppose that my greatest quibble if I can have one, is that this is one of Anna’s most personally introspective moments in the book. We’ll forgive her though given the fun mystery which follows.
I enjoyed the political insights into the running-for-sheriff in Mississippi. And I like the further development of … gah, the deputy who’s researching genealogy… what’sis’name.
Four of five stars.
Liberty Falling takes Anna Pigeon to a summer assignment on Ellis Island, where she explores the off-limits areas of the ruined immigration buildings and maybe sees ghosts in with the history.
The cover shows not the statue of liberty, but the twin towers. This book was published two and a half years before nine-eleven, so I found the terrorism plot creepily prescient.
The location details were fascinating, and the plot-line with Molly and Frederick’s romance was interesting and important. Still, the mystery itself felt a little more contrived than the best of her other books that I’ve read so far.