Yesterday was not a day I was looking forward to. We had to take a deceased aunt’s four cats to a shelter – and if you’ve followed me for a while you’ll know that I’m a marshmallow when it comes to anything vaguely feline.
Even if they’re not my cats.
Putting them to sleep was not an option. Finding safe spaces and the chance of a new home for the four was stressful, but better than any alternative. Letting go of them was awful and I fully anticipated spending the day sniffling into tissues, despite the many people who were around to help.
Then I got help from an unexpected quarter. A book.
For most of my life books have been pleasure and lifeline and distraction and I’m grateful that this hasn’t changed. Sunday night, quite sure that I wouldn’t be able to sleep, I started reading PD Singer’s The Rare Event. I’d had it on my kindle for a few weeks, and the time seemed right to meet Jon and Ricky.
That decision saved at least a pack of tissues.
I liked the two main characters right from the start. They have a smooth, easy interaction that shows how close they are without yelling about it, and when the troubles started I was right there, rooting for them to sort it out. Secondary characters are very real, too – and not too far into the book I got bitten by a vicious plot bunny. An “injury” that required me to take a break and write some notes for the 5th Jack and Gareth book…. The plot bunny has nothing at all to do with PD Singer’s story, which is the funny part. It was simply a turn of phrase she used that kicked me in the shins, and I love when that happens. So much so that I’m hoping for seconds.
I very rarely read “straight up” romance, where the MCs love story is the main event. I love stories that weave different kinds of plot together and PD Singer does this beautifully. There’s Jon and Ricky’s love story. There’s Jon’s past that takes not one but two turns for the unexpected. There’s a plotline with a touch of thriller-style payback. And then, of course, there’s all the stuff happening on the trading floor.
I’ve worked in a bank, but never worked a trading floor. I’ve never considered the various ways traders employ to take advantage of shifting prices and fortunes, just as I know nothing about baseball, but I felt myself drawn into the world PD Singer built and I got stuck there. Which was an excellent thing. The technicalities of options trading and baseball kept my mind away from worrying about things I couldn’t change and saved me from making a spectacle of myself on the train.
I’m very grateful for that.
And when I reached the end of the book late last night, all the plot strands had been neatly tied, Jon’s and Ricky’s troubles were on the way to being resolved and I put my kindle aside with a smile and a happy sigh.
Until I started the book again this morning to make sure I hadn’t missed anything important… 😉
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