Monday, June 23, 2003
Where are the children by Mary Higgins Clark
When I was younger I loved Mary Higgins Clark. I quit reading her stuff after a while though because it became so predictable. Always the person you least expected was guilty and after a while, that became the person you automatically suspect… you get the idea. This was one of her first, so I expected it to be better. It wasn’t. I’m just too old and too single to appreciate the idea of the victimized, naïve woman and the oh-so wonderful man appearing just in time to save the day.