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The Scent of Rain and Lightningby Nancy Pickard
One beautiful summer afternoon, Jody Linder receives shocking news: The man convicted of murdering her father is being released from prison and returning to the small town of Rose, Kansas. It has been twenty-three years since that stormy night when her father was shot and killed and her mother disappeared, presumed dead. Neither the protective embrace of
One beautiful summer afternoon, Jody Linder receives shocking news: The man convicted of murdering her father is being released from prison and returning to the small town of Rose, Kansas. It has been twenty-three years since that stormy night when her father was shot and killed and her mother disappeared, presumed dead. Neither the protective embrace of Jody’s three uncles nor the safe haven of her grandparents’ ranch could erase the pain caused by Billy Crosby on that catastrophic night.
Now Billy Crosby is free, thanks to the efforts of his son, Collin, a lawyer who has spent most of his life trying to prove his father’s innocence. Despite their long history of carefully avoiding each other in such an insular community, Jody and Collin find that they share an exclusive sense of loss.
As Jody revisits old wounds, startling truths emerge about her family’s tragic past. But even through struggle and hardship, she still dares to hope for a better future—and maybe even love.
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“[Nancy] Pickard writes richly textured fiction about families and relationships, about hatred and lust and love, about loyalty and betrayal, and most of all about the corrosive power of secrets.”—The Boston Globe
“A novel that simultaneously qualifies as a gripping read, a master character study and as literary . . . exceedingly rare.”—The Kansas City Star
“Pickard’s tales of Kansas life are filled with gravitas and small-town drama. . . . The Scent of Rain and Lightning seems certain to earn her a much-deserved larger audience.”—The Denver Post
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June 9, 2009
Until she was twenty-six, Jody Linder felt suspicious of happiness.
She hated that about herself, because it tended to sour some otherwise pretty damn fine moments, but this was Rose, Kansas, after all. Only the year before, a pencil tornado had dropped down and killed three people only a few miles from her hometown. A tornado, when the sun was shining! In the winter, there were ice storms. In the summer, there were grass fires. At all times, people she knew went bankrupt, lost their homes, their ranches, their jobs. Or, they died just when you least expected them to. A person could, for instance, belong to a nice family living an ordinary life in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and on some innocent Saturday night, violent men could drop in like those tornadoes and turn those nice people into the dead stars of a Truman Capote book. Such things happened. That wasn't paranoia. It was a terrible fact that Jody knew better than anybodyor at least better than anybody whose father had not been murdered when she was three years old and whose mother had not disappeared the same night.
Such things happened, and she was proof of it.
Thereforethe past having proved to her the unreliability of the presenthappiness made Jody Linder anxious. Feelings of safety and security got her checking around corners, lifting lids off bins, and parting shower curtains for fear of what might be hiding there, because you just never knew. A killer could hide in the corner, bugs lurked in bins, spiders jumped out of bathtubs.
Happiness was fragile, precious, and suspect.
"No peak not followed by a fall," she believed, which explained her flutter of worry as she lay naked on top of her bed with Red Bosch in the middle of a suspiciously beautiful Kansas afternoon. The air smelled too good for such a hot day, the light penetrating her eyelet curtains looked too delicate for noon. Most foreboding of all, the sex with this man she didn't love had been too damned good to be trusted beyond the (admittedly fine) moments of her satisfaction and his. She'd kept her eyes open during the finale, which meant she'd caught Red smirking down at her, looking pleased with himself.
Don't flatter yourself, she'd nearly blurted, but then she thought, first of all, that wasn't kind and he didn't deserve it, and second of all, why shouldn't he flatter himself? Red was good at riding horses, rounding up cattle, baling hay, and this. She could hardly think of better talents in a man.
"Pretty girl," Red murmured, tracing a lazy finger down her sternum.
"Sweaty girl," Jody said, lifting his hand off and laying it back on his own damp belly.
He laughed, a self-satisfied growl, deep in his chest.
A hot, pollen-scented breeze blew through the open windows.
She smelled honeysuckle, which wasn't blooming yet, and lilac, which had already bloomed and gone. These things were impossible, they were all in her imagination, she knew, and they were just the sort of deceptions that the smallest feeling of contentment might spring on her.
She and Red lay sprawled on their backs like sated puppies who'd just had their bellies scratched for half an hour. Lying a few inches away from him, so their limbs couldn't touch and stick, Jody let out an irrepressible sigh of pleasure. Immediately, she wanted to take it back, suck the breath right back into her lungs, because God knew she couldn't let the universe be hearing any of that.
No peak not followed by a fall . . .
The sound of a vehicle turning onto her street made her turn her face toward the windows, alert to the possibility of unpleasant surprise.
"Did you hear that, Red?"
The sound of the single vehicle turned into the sound of a second truck and then another, which multiplied her alertness exponentially. Jody pressed her elbows into the bottom sheet and raised her head and shoulders to get a better listen. Traffic might not have been worth noticing in a place like Kansas City, 350 miles to the east, or in Denver, 250 miles to the west. But this was one of the quietest streets in a town so small she could hear people she knew start their cars in their garages on the other side of Main Street and know if they were late to work.
"Somebody just pulled up outside."
She threw him a look.
Sometimes she wondered if Red was one post short of a fence.
"What?" he repeated, half laughing.
He was thirteen years older than she, but sometimes Jody felt as if she were the more mature one. Abandoning him as he lay naked and limp on her bed, she peeled herself off her new white sheets. She slid down off the high old walnut bed with its new pillows and mattress cover and its new mattress and box springs. Once her bare feet landed on the equally bare walnut floorboards that she had polished and buffed until they glowed in the sunshine, she bounded to the windowsmuch taller than her own five feet four inches, their panes shining and cleaned, their borders rimmed in polished walnutto check what was up. A road crew? Unlikely, given that Rose barely had the budget to keep its half dozen traffic lights changing colors.
Jody peeked outside and got a shock that panicked her.
"Ohmygod. Red! Get up! Get dressed! You've got to leave now!"
What she saw from two stories up was the unnerving sight of her three uncles parking their pickup trucks in front of her parents' house, when she hadn't even known that two of the uncles were in town. She still called it her parents' house even though Hugh-Jay and Laurie Jo Linder had been gone almost all of her life. It was still their home to their only childthe descendent of a famous, violent night twenty-three years earlierand it was still their home to everybody else in Henderson County, which was named for Jody's great-great-grandfather on her father's mother's side of the family.
"What is this fearsome thing I see?" she whispered at the high windows, mimicking Shakespeare. Her master's degree in English literature was a happy achievement, which, upon attainment, she had automatically shaded with doubts that she could ever find a job for teaching it.
"Who is it, your other boyfriend?"
Red's tone was joking, with an insecure edge to it.
"I don't have another one. I don't even have one."
That was blunt enough to be mean, and she immediately regretted it.
"What am I?" Red asked quietly.
Convenient was the adjective that popped into Jody's head but which she didn't say aloud. He was that, along with being the only available male for miles around who wasn't a child or a grandfather. Or a relative. She glanced back at her current lover-not-boyfriend, at his wiry cowboy self sprawled across her sheets. Her fingers knew that his long frame was checkered and slashed with scars, bruises, odd bumps where bones had healed awkwardly, and fresh little wounds. Red wasn't the most careful of cowboys. He tended to get bucked, bounced, and "rode over," more than your average rodeo rider, and he wasn't even one of those anymore, he was just an ordinary ranch hand. Maybe that's why she liked him, she sometimes thought, because that's all and everything Red wasjust a cowboy, with no pretense of anything else, or more. It was also true that other men's bodiesthe bodies of accountants, for instance, or lawyers, not that she'd ever been with such and really knewwere boring to her compared to the interesting terrain of cowboy skin.
"Well?" he challenged her.
She gave him an exasperated lookbecause the question irritated her and she couldn't think of any answer that was true without also being hurtful. She turned her bare back on him, returning her attention to the disturbing view from her window, hiding her naked self behind the new white eyelet curtains. The hot breeze coming through the open window blew dangerously around her, threatening to expose her nakedness to the street and to any uncle who happened to look up.
Jody sucked in her upper lip and held it between her teeth.
Red had sucked on a breath mint after lunch at the Rose Cafe, right before slipping into her house, her bedroom, and her. She could still taste peppermint in her own mouth, along with a tangy hint of hot sauce and an even tangier taste of him. She could still feel his callused touch on her skin, too, a feeling so real she would have sworn his rough hands had followed her to the window. They were not sensations she wanted to have with her uncles arriving.
They were also not activities the local high school had looked for on her resume when they hired her to be their new English teacher in two and a half months. She had whooped with joy upon landing that job, but immediately tamped down her exuberance, because who knew how long she could stay employed in such an iffy economy? And what if she wasn't a good teacher, or the kids hated her, or their parents objected to Catcher in the Rye? There were so many things that could go wrong after something went right.
Tense as fresh-strung barbed wire, she watched from the second floor.
Three truck doors slammed, bang, bang, bang, with the solid thud of well-built vehicles. Now her uncles were walking toward each other. What were they doing here, and why didn't she know anything about it? Uncle Chase was supposed to be in Colorado, running the family's ranch on the high plains east of the Rockies; Uncle Bobby was supposed to be in Nebraska, where he ran a third ranch the family owned, in the Sand Hills. Uncle Meryl was supposed to be at his law office in Henderson City, the county seat, twenty-five miles away.
"Hey," Red said, in the tone of a man feeling ignored.
From her hidden vantage point, she watched with growing alarm.
Now her uncles were meeting in a tall, wide-shouldered trio on the sidewalk in front of her porch, and now her uncle Chase was grinding out a cigarette on the cement, and now he picked it up and put it in his shirt pocketnot because he was so thoughtful, but because every rancher and farmer was wary of fire. And now her uncles were coming toward her front door togetherbig men dressed in cowboy boots, pressed pants, cotton shirts, and wearing their best straw cowboy hats for summer. The hats, alone, were a disturbing sign. The uncles usually wore their best hats only to weddings, funerals, and cattlemen conventions, preferring brimmed caps for everyday. Meryl even wore a bolo tie and one of the hideous plaid suit coats that her aunt Belle had never been able to excise from his wardrobe. He had matched it with a reddish-brown pair of polyester trousers that made Jody, even two stories up, wrinkle her nose. She knew what Meryl would say if she mocked his wardrobe: he'd say it fooled out-of-town lawyers into mistaking him for a bumpkinto their sorrow and his clients' gain.
Their trucks also looked suspiciously clean, as for making formal calls.
They wouldn't have done all this for just any casual visit.
When her uncles went formal-visiting, they showered first and changed into clean clothes. Jody's grandmother, who was the mother of two of these men and a near-mother to the third one, wouldn't stand for any less. If a male in Jody's family stepped into somebody's house, he would, by God, smell of soap. Her uncle Bobby might be forty-one years old, her uncle Chase might be forty-four, and Uncle Meryl might be forty-six and have married into the family instead of being born into it, but they lived by the laws that all Linders lived by, the commandments that Jody's grandparents, Hugh Senior and Annabelle Linder, set down. You didn't show up in church dirty and smelling of horse. You didn't take your cow-shitty work boots into other people's nice living rooms. Most important of all, you didn't show up at somebody's house without calling ahead first, even if that somebody was only your niece.
They hadn't called first. She hadn't known they were coming.
And then they really scared her, because they rang her doorbell.
Only after that unprecedented announcement of their arrival did she hear her front door open, and a moment later her uncle Chase called out in his smoky baritone, "Josephus?"
It wasn't her name, which was Laurie Jo, after her mother.
Joe-see-fuss was her three uncles' nickname for her.
She clutched a fist to her naked breasts: had something happened at the ranch?
Was it her grandfather Hugh Senior, was it her grandmother Annabelle?
She didn't know what she would do without either of them; they had been the rocks of her life since her parents had gone.
"Jody?" Chase called, louder this time. "Honey? You home?"
He sounded tense, which wasn't like her coolest uncle.
In a flash Jody thought of their various wives and ex-wives, their assorted children and stepchildren who were her cousins and sort-of cousins. There were so many disasters that could happen on a cattle outfit. So many ways to get hurt, so many ways to end up in hospitals or funeral homes, so many ways to break hearts and families. She couldn't think of any minor calamities that would prompt her uncles to pay a special visit like this to her. They wouldn't do this unless there was something serious, something they couldn't just make a phone call to tell her, and worsesomething that made them decide they had to tell her en masse.
"Jesus," she whispered, a half prayer, hurrying to pick up clothes to cover her naked body. She felt shocked, albeit without being surprised at all, since she believed that bad events followed good as inevitably as death followed life, and as frequently. The secret, she had decided when she was younger, was to try to anticipate it, so as to mitigate the blow. The problem with that philosophy was that it never worked; she was always surprised; no matter how far ahead she tried to look, bad news still hurt, shock still left her shaken. With a start, she realized she hadn't answered, so she yelled in a high voice, "I'm home, Uncle Chase! I'm upstairs, I'll be right there!"
"You want us to come up?" he yelled back.
"No!" she screamed. God, no.
On the bed, Red had bolted up to a sitting position at the first sound of that voice, which was the voice of one of the members of his extended family of employers. He also heard the terrifying offer to climb the stairs, and now he was trying to scurry out of bed and get dressed fast and silently.
"Go down the back stairs!" she whispered to him, unnecessarily.
Meet the Author
Nancy Pickard is a four-time Edgar Award nominee, most recently for her Ballantine debut, The Virgin of Small Plains. She is the winner of the Anthony Award, the Macavity Award, and three Agatha Awards. Her short stories have also won numerous accolades. Pickard has been a national board member of the Mystery Writers of America and president of Sisters in Crime, and she is a member of PEN. She lives in Merriam, Kansas.
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When this book was released, I assumed it was another "feel good chick book" based on the cover and the title. After reading the description I was intrigued, but still did not expect to be blown away. I was pleasantly surprised both reading the book and reaching the end - this book far exceeded my expectations. I recommended it to a coworker while I still had 30 pages left to read! This book begins in the present day - a story of a girl whose parents have been murdered and how they deal with the news of the murderer's commuted sentence. After the first chapter or two, the book turns back 23 years to tell the story of how the girl's parents came to be dead. The story switches from past to present to explain the characters and their relationships to each other. This book is well written to explain the details of what happens in not only the crime, but in the characters' daily lives as well. While you're involved in the book, you think you know who did what and what really happened, but you'd be wrong. You may have some idea of how the characters/plot is developing, but you'll be taken aback by the twists at the end of the story. This book is good enough to keep you turning the pages, but toward the end you'll be hard-pressed to put it down until you've read the last word. There is a part of this story that's a little corny, and it's the relationship between the girl and the murderer's son who, as an adult, helped his dad get out of prison. It's corny and a little predictable/unbelievable, but it doesn't take anything away from the story as a whole and becomes an endearing part of it by the ending. I give this book five stars because it is worth it. I was really surprised by the twists in the story and was satisfied with the ending.
When I read the summary of this book I knew it was going to be good, however I did not expect it to become my top read so far in 2010. This book is completely captivating and pulls the reader into a small town community that is tight knit and shows the strength in numbers, even when they are wrong. The story that unfolds is unlike any other story I have ever read, and trust me, I've read a ton of books. Nancy Pickard did and amazing job and the twists and turns in this book are truly unique and make for an amazing and intriguing book that is well worth buying! I know I will be reading it again in the future.
In Rose, Kansas, the Linder family owns the town. The powerful ranching clan runs a tight ship especially in terms of protecting twentyish schoolteacher Jody Linder. In 1986, Billy Crosby was arrested for killing her father Hugh-Jay Linder dead; the victim's wife and Jody's mom Laurie vanished. Billy was convicted of the murder as he had motive after being fired from the High Rock Ranch and Laurie's bloodied sundress was found inside his truck. Billy's son, attorney Colin believes his dad is innocent and has spent years working appeals. He obtains a new trial and secures the release of his father while the retrial takes place. Colin's deep conviction shakes up the town and its leading family as each goes back two decades to relook what happened. This is a great legal thriller enhanced by a strong family drama. The story line grips the reader as two families were impacted in 1986 and must go through the horror once again with one hoping for the same results and the other for a different conclusion. Although the denouement re what happened twenty plus years ago is too neat, fans will set aside time once started on one of the year's best dramas as this is a character driven crime tale that is impossible to put down. Harriet Klausner
I absolutely loved Nancy Pickard's The Virgin of Small Plains, but this book is even better. Nancy is a magician at making you feel what her characters are feeling and at weaving enough suspense into her writing that you just know that something dreadful is going to happen on the next page, and you have to get to it to find out what. She uses different viewpoint characters who only see part of what's going on and understand even less, and lies, and hidden objects to draw you into a mystery that will lead you in many different directions until you're shocked by the surprise at the end. This is a mystery that transcends its genre into mainstream, almost literary, fiction because of its beautiful prose, the spot-on descriptions of the Kansas cowboy country setting and life, the complexity and depth of the characters, and the masterful way that it's plotted. I don't want to give anything away about the story, because in no way do I want to diminish someone else's joy in reading it, and joy you will find!
The mystery involves a rich and powerful ranching family in a small Midwest town and a murder that took place twenty some years ago. Much of the book takes place in the past; the events leading up to the murder of Jody's parents. At twenty-five, the world as she knows it is dumped upside down. The killer of her parents is being released from prison, pending a new trial, and he is back in town. It's also a love story and a story of a close-knit family. A memorable, engrossing, captivating read that is totally unpredictable. I thoroughly enjoyed!!
This is the second book in the Barnes and Noble recommends that has been added to my collection of favorite books. I was drawn into the story so deeply I felt like the characters were old friends of mine. The way the Author explains the details about them and how they are feeling and what the scenes are around them is amazing. I felt that I was right along with them throughout the book. The surprise ending had me sit up and say NO WAY!! I thought it was great, I am going to purchase her previous book since I liked this one so much. Once you get started with this one you won't be able to put it down. It is so easy to read, nice flow to the story and a totally enjoyable experience.
I was sceptical when I first heard of this book. I decided to take a chance reading it based on positive reviews of the author, who I was unfamiliar with. I could hardly put it down once I started reading. It conjured up so many emotions in me: a sense of awe at the landscape, fear, anticipation and surprise at the denouement. I will try another book by this author but this is one to definitely recommend.
This book is outstanding! It is different from what I normally read, so I wasn't expecting much. I just saw the book on this website and thought I would try it. I was sucked in by the story in the very beginning and couldn't tear my eyes from the pages until I was finished. The author fantastically draws her characters. I felt so invested in their lives. The writing put ME right there in Rose, Kansas, experiencing and feeling everything, which is something that is often missing in books I have read recently. Books have also left me bored because they are so predictable. With THIS book, I was left guessing until the very end- and nothing that I predicted was even close to the truth.
I was able to vividly picture the town, the homes, the people - the entire landscape of this novel. I was spellbound by each character's personality and descriptive daily life. The characters were my neighbors or the ones down the block; the plot believable; the main love story was every woman's dream! Difficult to put down.
This is the first book I have read by Nancy Pickard and I absolutely loved the story. The characters are very believable, the plot maintains your attention and, there are some great twists and turns. I highly recommend if you would like a fairly quick read - 292 pages that will keep you asking for more. This is the 3rd book I have read based on B&N recommendation and I have never been disappointed! I have discovered a new author for my library and I really look forward to Nancy Pickard's next book.
This book was an excellent read and hard to put down. I finished it in about three days (Love my new Nook by the way =)). As I was reading I kept trying to figure out "who done it" but was blown away by the ending. I read her first novel as well and enjoyed it too. I grew up in Kansas and I think that was part of the allure for me for beginning to read this author's books. I hope she has another one in the works. I'll be looking for it.
Finished this book in one day. Many characters but very easy to follow. Liked the writing so much I went online and ordered her other novel.
The characters in this book were so realistic and I could clearly picture them. There was just enough detail to picture the scene and the characters, but not so much that you get bored. I thought the beginning was a little slow, but it's definitely worth continuing on! It picks up soon after the first chapter and draws you in with mystery and the depth of her characters. I thought it was a beautiful story and well written. I definitely thought I knew how it was going to end and was completely wrong! And I read/watch a lot of mystery kind of shows and can usually guess what's coming next. I'm certainly going to read more from this author!
This is a great quick read for the summer. Well written with just enough twists and turns to make it interesting.
My first Nancy Pickard book. I enjoyed the story, good small town adventure. Charecters personalities came alive and the plot pulled you in. This book has romance, suspence, murder keeps your interest. I will purchase more book by this author and recommend it to friends. Read Read Read
I was a little more than disappointed in this book, hoping for a thrilling, suspenseful tale of murder in a small town and, instead getting a romance novel with a rather obvious ending. I would recommend this book for a pre-teen or teenage girl but not for an adult of either gender looking for a "good read".
This gripping story begins in the present as Jody, an English teacher, whose father was murdered 23 years before and her mother disappeared the same night learns that the killer has been granted a new trial and is released from prison. She was only 3 years old when it happened. Two families were affected in 1986 and must go through the horror all over again. Jody is faced with questions of whether her family's influence caused the wrong person to be arrested for 23 years; whether it is possible to love someone connected with the convicted murderer and what her role should be. This was an exciting story line that will keep readers glued to the pages! I recommend!!!
Excellent story, wonderful characters...didn't want it to end!
this makes a nice book club selection. i'm not a huge mystery fan, but this book keeps the reader interested all the way through. the author has a refreshing style that doesn't leaving you hanging for long, but fills you up with surprising twists and turns. a really enjoyable book.
A totally entertaining murder mystery. I am not a very good sleuth, but if I can figure it out before I am halfway, I put the book down. This was not that book. I did not have a clue until the final chapter. It was awesome!
The story was a really good idea. I loved the writing and the suspense and frankly I was surprised by the outcome. However, the book could have been longer; I feel like the last 50 pages were rushed and the author put too much information in the last few chapters. The ending was rushed and, I felt, could have been laid out just a bit better. However, overall, good book and I would recommend it.
Not my typical read, but saw it recommended in the Nook blog (Unbound) and was also recommended by the manager at my local B&N, so I thought I might give it a try. It's the story of Jody Linder, whose parents were killed when she was a little girl. Now grown, a storm is approaching the small Kansas town where she lives--but there is also a different kind of storm approaching, involving the killer, and others who were involved on the night of the murder. Its easy to sense the approach of the rain storm, but not everyone sees the real storm that's coming. The characters are real and interesting and hte plot keeps you involved, I read this book pretty quickly because it is so interesting--I highly recommend it.
... that you are actually in Kansas. This book is excellent because it is a mystery at it's finest, in which case you really can't guess who did what up until the very end.
This book was a lot of fun to read. I found myself quickly being drawn into the story as the book narrated the few weeks leading up to the "big event." I was especially pleased that the story presented some "twists" and "turns" that were unexpected! The only thing I found disappointing were two gratuitous sex scenes that truly didn't help the book's story in any way shape or form. They seemed simply tacked on as an after-thought. Otherwise, a great read.
I must say this is one of the best books I've read. I am usually good at knowing the ending before hand, but I must say the author used a very original ending. Definitely recommend it and will probably read it again =-)