I bought just bought Will Lavender’s DOMINANCE, and his first novel OBEDIENCE, which I started thumbing through in line-
-and could not put it down. I read at stoplights on the way home.
There are naive students, a seductive faculty wife, and suspect professors with dubious motives, but broken enough to be fascinating, not cliche, and they never become more important than the plot, or the desperation to solve the mystery.
I’m desperate to solve it.
My husband had to take the book out of my hands while I was cooking. I snuck chapters in the morning before he had enough caffeine to notice. I read in the bathtub. I begged the nurse, when she called my name to see the doctor, “just one more paragraph!”
Last night, when my better half is distracted with pizza, I hide and finish the book in one swallow.
It’s a twisty little ride; I figure out parts of it, but not enough to feel let down. Will Lavender writes like the bastard love child of Thomas Harris and Jane Smiley, babysat at an early age by M. Night Shyamalan. Multi-genre indeed: pretty prose, but with teeth, and sneaky clever.
I can’t even talk about it to anyone, because I don’t want to give anything away.