The Town That Drowned by Riel Nason (85)

This is a novel the likes of which I never read. There are so many different emotions that I had while reading it. I always like to read books in a genre that I am not used to in order to expand my horizons. And this book did just that!

This book is about eccentricities, visions, hallucinations and how one person tries to convince others that she had these experiences.

The story is about Ruby Carson. She lives with an eccentric little brother. It can be tough at times. Every ordinary life can turn, well, extraordinary in an instant.

Falling through the ice at a skating party and nearly drowning are grounds for embarrassment. But having a vision and narrating it to assembled onlookers is another animal altogether!

What Ruby Carson saw during that fateful hallucination was her entire hometown floating underwater.

Then an orange-tipped surveyor stake appears in a  field, another in the cemetery. Soon everyone discovers that a massive dam is being constructed and their homes will eventually be swallowed by rising water. Suspicions mount! Tempers flare! Many long unrevealed secrets are revealed as the town prepares for demise.

The story is set in the 1960s. It evokes the awkwardness of childhood, the thrill of first love, and the importance of having a place, any place, to call home.

Rating: 5 stars

Reviewed by: Irene S. Roth

About irenesroth

I am a freelance and academic writer. I am currently writing a book called `Fearless Freelance Writers`. Please look out for it soon on this blog.
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