I have another great book review and excerpt from CLP Blog Tours (Chick Lit Plus) to bring to you today: The Truth About Caroline, by Randi Sherman (FriesenPress, 2015)
Randi Sherman’s The Truth About Caroline is a laugh-out-loud, coming-of-age, whodunit novel that focuses on the newly widowed, Caroline Matthews.
With a cast of off-the-wall characters, the first part of the novel focuses on Caroline’s trial for “supposedly” offing her cheating husband, in a murder-for-hire style. I loved the caricature-like characters presented during the trial, from the witnesses to the buffoon-like opposing lawyer.
For me, this was the highlight of the book and I would definitely look forward to sitting through a another fictional trial like the one portrayed here. I could really picture how everyone looked and acted; it made for great entertainment!
Throughout the novel, we heard about many different versions of Caroline: a mother who did everything for her children, but not a perfect mother, long-suffering wife turned murderer, a bubblehead who was disorganized, and so on. A lot of contradictions! And since I hadn’t read the first novel, I wasn’t sure if a reader would already know the “real” Caroline had they already read Caroline Starts Over (FriesenPress, 2014). However, this made for a fun read. I couldn’t wait to find out “the truth about Caroline” and enjoyed all the predicaments and antics along the way.
As Caroline reinvents herself, we are drawn in to her new lifestyle and attempts at rediscovering herself and living a truthful life (a toughie, as she’s been lying her whole life, so we’re told). An offbeat, but likeable character, Caroline’s fate is eventually revealed to us all in a surprising turn and end to the novel.
Sitting in the Human Resource reception area at Morgan’s appliances reminded Caroline of a dentist’s office. The receptionist or as her name placard read, “Executive Assistant,” occasionally looked up, gave Caroline a half-hearted smile and then turned her attention back to her magazine. Pictures of her boyfriend festooned her work area, along with a nearly deflated, Happy Birthday Mylar balloon as it sadly hung in the air, just two feet above the ground. And there was a bowl of hard candy positioned on the corner of the desk, next to the Sign-in Please clip board with its pen attached to it by a piece of yard. Caroline’s stomach was growling, she had skipped breakfast and sat there wondering if the candy was an innocent offering or a test of some sort.
If she got up and took a piece of the candy would it be considered too presumptuous? Would the action reveal some character trait that would result in a pass or a fail, rendering the applicant ineligible. The candy, Caroline thought, had probably been sitting there for months, maybe years. Like every grandmother’s coffee table candy dish, the candy in it was probably decades old. Would it be delicious and worth the effort to free it from the cellophane wrapper? Would it be worth the risk? Caroline wondered if other applicants obsessed about that sad, dusty little bowl of candy too.
Caroline looked down at her “interview” outfit, hoping that the scotch tape that she had used to hem her pants would hold until the meeting was over. Without much money or time to shop, Caroline grabbed the first affordable interview-type suit she saw at the Women At Work Shoppe in the strip mall near the Super Cuts hair salon where she had her hair dyed and cut in preparation for today’s meeting. She hadn’t bothered to try on the suit in the store. It was navy blue. The suit included a companion blouse and, more importantly, it was on sale. Unfortunately the pants were tailored for a giant. Without a sewing kit or a stapler, Caroline had improvised with transparent tape.
When a quiet ring came from the receptionist’s phone, she picked it up, whispered something and glanced at Caroline. “Ms. Pratt,” she announced quietly, “I’ll take you back to see Ms. Herrera now.” As Caroline passed her desk, she took a candy, unwrapped it and popped it in her mouth. “Oh, my mouth is so dry.” She smiled.
“Tell me a little about yourself.” Ms. Herrera poised her fingers above the keyboard of her computer, ready to take notes.
The truthful answer would be: “I just got out of jail after spending six months awaiting trial for planning a hit on my husband. Fortunately I was acquitted. I have no prospects or work experience to speak of. I’m lazy and get bored easily. I’m terribly disorganized and have a problem with honesty. I desperately need a job because the insurance money will not last forever. When do I start?” But instead Caroline answered, “Oh heavens, where do I begin?”
“Well,” Ms. Herrera smiled. “Why don’t you tell me why you left your last job?”
Realizing that she was enjoying the hard candy a little too much, Caroline discretely spat it into her hand and began her answer. “Well,” glancing at the resume she had on her lap, “as you know I have been self-employed for a while and to tell you the truth,” she was thinking on her feet. “Freelancing is drying up and I am interested in working for a growing corporation where I can apply my skills and experience.” Aced it! She silently congratulated herself.
“Well, Caroline, this is an impressive resume.” She reached up and touched the crucifix that was hanging around her neck. “I see you were a missionary in Mexico. My family is from Mexico, where were you assigned?”
Oh crap! “Oh, um, truthfully Miss Herrera, it seemed like I was never in one place very long. I went where I was needed most.” She was hoping that the answer would be sufficient. “You know missionary work. Move, move, move. I wish I spent more time in the capital.” Caroline’s palms were sweating, the candy started melting.