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Book Review: The Dead Key by D. M. Pulley

April 1, 2015 at 8:48 am by Claudia

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Today I am reviewing The Dead Key by D. M. Pulley for TLC Book Tours. As always, I am provided with a copy of the book in return for my honest review.

About the Book (from the publisher):  It’s 1998, and for years the old First Bank of Cleveland has sat abandoned, perfectly preserved, its secrets only speculated on by the outside world.

Twenty years before, amid strange staff disappearances and allegations of fraud, panicked investors sold Cleveland’s largest bank in the middle of the night, locking out customers and employees, and thwarting a looming federal investigation. In the confusion that followed, the keys to the vault’s safe-deposit boxes were lost.

In the years since, Cleveland’s wealthy businessmen kept the truth buried in the abandoned high- rise. The ransacked offices and forgotten safe-deposit boxes remain locked in time, until young engineer Iris Latch stumbles upon them in a renovation survey. What begins as a welcome break from her cubicle becomes an obsession as Iris unravels the bank’s sordid past. With each haunting revelation, Iris follows the looming shadow of the past deeper into the vault – and soon realizes the key to the mystery comes at an astonishing price.

My review: This is Pulley’s first novel and it was the Grand Prize Winner of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel award for 2014. The premise is an interesting one, based on Pulley’s own experience as a structural engineer, which brings a wealth of detail to the descriptions of the abandoned bank.

The device used here is the telling of two stories: the story of the bank in 1978 and the story of the abandoned bank in 1998. Pulley alternates between the two, telling us the story of Beatrice, a young and incredibly naive employee of the bank in 1978 and Iris, the hard-drinking, loose cannon structural engineer working in 1998.

I found it a bit slow going, especially at first, but I eventually got caught up in the story. Pulley plots out this mystery in great detail, carefully revealing clues in past and present, just enough to keep the reader wanting to know more. She does this quite skillfully; the alternating stories, though sometimes a bit confusing, kept me engaged.

At first I had trouble with the rather stereotyped heroines; Beatrice, naive and defenseless, Iris, only 23 and hardened beyond her years. They do embark on a journey, however, and – especially in the case of Beatrice – find strength and power that they didn’t know they had.

I have to confess that I don’t understand why so much time was devoted to Iris’s excessive drinking and smoking. At the age of 23, she is an alcoholic and I certainly understand that people that age can be alcoholics. What I didn’t understand was how it furthered the story or illuminated her character. It was such a full-on depiction that Iris became more than a bit unbelievable. There was no room for any subtlety, which frankly, I would have welcomed. As it was, it was hard to feel any sympathy for her.

And a tiny quibble: I worked in offices in the seventies and early eighties – a lot of them. Even though we routinely hear the term Human Resources today, that wasn’t at all the case in 1978. It was just good old Personnel. Pulley’s use of that term in the 1978 section of the novel just doesn’t ring true.

All that being said, this is a good first novel. The premise is refreshing, the mystery compelling. It’s a very original idea that is executed well. I was engrossed in the story and what better praise can there be?

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About the author: D. M. Pulley’s first novel, The Dead Key, was inspired by her work as a structural engineer in Cleveland, Ohio. During a survey of an abandoned building, she discovered a basement vault full of unclaimed safe-deposit boxes. The mystery behind the vault haunted her for years, until she put down her calculator and started writing. The Dead Key was the 2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Grand Prize winner. Pulley continues to work as a private consultant and forensic engineer, investigating building failures and designing renovations. She lives in northeast Ohio with her husband and two children, and she is currently at work on her second novel.

One of you will be the winner of a copy of The Dead Key. To enter, just leave a comment on this post  and I’ll pick a winer on Saturday evening.

New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page.

Happy Wednesday.

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Potpourri: A Story, A Book & An Egg Cup

March 31, 2015 at 9:21 am by Claudia

A little story for you:

The only clock we have in our bedroom is the digital clock on the cable box. Don usually puts a framed photo of us on our wedding day in front of the clock so he can’t see it at night. On Sunday night, we went to bed knowing that one of us had to get up in the middle of the night to let Scout out. When this happens, we figure whoever wakes up to go to the bathroom around 3 or 4 in the morning will also go downstairs and let her out. It’s something neither of us look forward to.

So. We go to sleep. I wake up to go to the bathroom, but I haven’t been sleeping all that long and I know it’s too early to let her out. So I go back to sleep. I wake up again after what I know is a solid chunk – several hours – of sleep. I have to go to the bathroom. So I get up, walk across the room, move the photograph to see what time it is. It says 12:15. I know my brain is fuzzy, but it seems like I slept a lot longer than an hour. And I’ve already visited the facilities once before. I can’t figure it out. So I go to the bathroom and I head back to bed. But I’m so perplexed that I can’t get to sleep for a while. I cuddle up to Don and finally go back to sleep.

I wake up, knowing I’ve slept about an hour or so more.

But it’s light out. What the ???? How can that be? I went back to sleep at around 1 am, slept for a little more, and now it’s light out? And that means I didn’t get to Scout in time. I jump out of bed, get dressed, run over to the clock.

It still says 12:15.

No wonder I was confused. I run downstairs, where Ms. Scout is sleeping peacefully and the clock shows me it’s after 7 am. No accidents, thank goodness.

And then I look out the door and there’s snow on the ground. I feel as if I’m in the Twilight Zone.

When Don gets up, a bit later, he yells downstairs and asks me what time it is. I say 9 am. It turns out he went through the same thing during the night. Got up, checked the clock, decided it was too early to let Scout out, went back to bed. When he finally woke up in the morning, he went to check the clock and it said 12:15 and he thought he’d slept until noon. And then he saw snow.

I have to tell you we were both feeling as if we were living in an alternate reality for several hours. It took a bit of time to shake it all off.

Later in the day, I unplugged the cable box, let it reboot, and it corrected itself.

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I cheated. My plan is to purchase one a month. Technically, this should have arrived in April. Ah well. I love this simple feather motif.

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And there it is on the shelf, along with its fellow Austens.

The egg cup I ordered from Etsy arrived yesterday. I had to wash it and spray a little Febreeze on it, as it clearly came from a smoker’s house. I used to smoke. I smoked for about 5 years. I can’t believe that I smelled like smoke during those years. It completely grosses me out now. Don, too. I quit in 1985. Don quit in 1986. Thank goodness. We met in 1994, so we were well rid of the habit by that point.

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Here he is. He’s a little Japanese boy. Like my little cowboy egg cup, he’s sitting with his legs stretched out. These were made in Japan in the 1930’s. Apparently, there are others in this particular design, though I’ve only seen the cowboy and this little guy.

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I’ve always wanted to add this one to my collection, so I’m happy he’s finally here. Marked: Japan.

Isn’t he adorable?

Happy Tuesday.

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The Big Corral Fizzle & The Egg Cup Finale

March 30, 2015 at 9:11 am by Claudia

I don’t want to dwell on this, but, as I write this, there is a dusting of snow on the ground.

I can’t go there.

Besides, it’s going up to 53° so it will be gone shortly.

Nevertheless….enough already.

So, yesterday I was determined to open up the big corral for Scout. I enlisted my husband and we picked up all the dog poop that had been under the snow. Then we put straw down everywhere there was mud. Then we moved the bench that blocked the entrance.

I grabbed my camera. Don got his iPhone ready to record video. (Yes, we’re nuts.)

We let her out.

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As you can see, she wasn’t sure what to do. We encouraged her. “Go on!”

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She walked around a small area. We walked up the hill, ready to record the momentous event. While we were talking to each other, we didn’t notice that she’d walked back down the hill and into the house.

Clearly, she wasn’t as excited as we were.

That’s what I get for planning the ‘big event.’

Later on, she did explore a bit more. I think she was sleepy the first time. She now seems to like going back and forth between her corrals. Her kingdom has become even bigger. There will be no stopping her Dameship.

Just a few more egg cups for this 2015 Finale.

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1.  Oh, how I love this cup. The bunny rabbit as painter. Yes, you’re right if you’re thinking this was a middle of the night eBay bidding frenzy. You see why, don’t you? The painter’s smock, the palette, the face painted on the egg…who could resist? (I haven’t seen this one on eBay or Etsy for a long, long time.) One of my favorites. Marked: Japan.

2.  Truth in advertising: this isn’t an egg cup. I think it’s a toothpick holder. But I consider it part of the egg cup collection. So let’s just pretend it’s an egg cup. First of all, that cheruby face kills me. Then the little green hat, the clown-like clothing, the cracked egg…I adore it. Marked: Japan.

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And finally, from my dear friend Judy, this series of four bucket egg cups. When that package arrived at my door a couple of years ago and I opened it, I squealed. Truly. And then I laughed out loud. For aren’t these the perfect words for egg cups? They never fail to make me smile and they’re on display in our kitchen on a little shelf. Love them.

There you go, my friends. The annual tour is over. Though I have some egg cups coming in the mail, so more will be revealed. Recently, I’ve seen some of the cups in my collection online on eBay and Etsy. If you’re at all interested, I can try to provide the links tomorrow. But you have to let me know, okay? It takes time to scroll through all the auctions.

New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page.

Happy Monday.

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