Thursday, March 5, 2015

Joy Cometh With The Mourning, by David Freer

Yes, the title is a pun, and yes, it useth archaic language, and it is a wonderful thing that it does, because if you search 'Joy Comes In The Mourning' like I just did, you get 108 results.

The Reverend Joy gets sent to a tiny little community, meets oddballs, makes friends, and solves a mystery. And that description does absolutely nothing to convey to you the richness of the story, the descriptions, and the relationships in this wonderful little book.
By all means, buy this book. The proceeds go to a little parish in New Zealand, hopefully without murder mysteries.

5.0 out of 5 stars
It's not a mystery, it's a love story!
December 29, 2014

This review is from: Joy Cometh With The Mourning: A Reverend Joy Mystery (Kindle Edition)

Dave Freer made me fall in love.
I don't want to read about Felixtown, I want to live there. I want to eat the cream and butter soaked treats, the steak and kidney and oyster pie, and I want to volunteer to work with the kids. I want to have my lawn mower repaired by Tom, and go for a walk on the beach, and have my prescriptions filled by the atheist pharmacist. I want to sit in Reverend Joy's church, and listen to her sermons about the God Who doesn't need to be wound up on Sunday.
And I'd like to find out what a ute is. (Yes'm, I figured it out from context.)
These are real people, with real problems, and real strengths.
And Dave Freer is a real writer. His earlier body of work proves that to those of us who love sf, but this jumps categories and dances the hula,while the jack of hearts spits grapefruit juice in your eye. In other words: you might THINK it is impossible, but it's only very, very improbable. And thanks to Douglas Adams, the Improbability Drive is available.
Buy this book, NOW.

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