I'm not much for dead people talking - and here the past two books I have read have had ghosts in them. The Late Lamented Molly Marx by Sally Koslow was a fun chick lit/women's fiction book. Molly Divine Marx narrates this book from her grave. At the age of thirty five she was struck down while riding her bike. Suicide? Did someone murder Molly? Molly doesn't give that away until the very last page and all the characters in this book: Molly's parents, her daughter Annabelle, her twin sister Lucy, her husband Barry, her boyfriend Luke, best friend Brie and a number of other bit players all have a part in this whodunit. Part of Molly's tale is a recounting of what led Molly to this point. She tells about her marriage to Barry and his unfaithfulness, her own love affair with Luke Delaney and his pursuit of her after she tries to end their relationship. Molly led a life in New York City which most would consider to be picture perfect. Her home was lovely, as was her wardrobe, and her job. Yet when Molly tells her story I could envision being friends with her.
I am so happy that I finally had time to finish this book before school this morning. I have been taking it with me wherever I go. Next up, Attica Locke's Black Water Rising.