Author: R.K. Jackson
Rating: 4.5 stars
Buy Links: Amazon
Type: Novel in Series
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Blurb: In a haunting novel of psychological suspense from the author of The Girl in the Maze (“A Southern Gothic thriller with a twisty plot and echoes of Tana French.”—Dianne Emley), a gifted young woman battles her own mind . . . and finds that some voices will never be silenced.
Following her diagnosis as a schizophrenic, Martha Covington has been easing herself back into her quiet life on a small island off the Georgia coast. The trouble is, Martha’s research into local healing roots has earned her an unfounded, and frankly unwelcome, reputation as a psychic. But when an elderly couple from Atlanta tracks her down, desperate for any sign of their missing grandson, Peavy, Martha confronts a terrifying possibility: that the line between intuition and insanity may not be as clear as she’d like to believe.
First comes a spine-tingling vision that feels too real to be imagined. Then Martha receives a message in her dreams that the boy may yet be alive. Despite her therapist’s insistence that it’s all in her head, Martha travels to Atlanta to investigate Peavy’s mysterious disappearance, where she is reunited with handsome law student Jarrell Humphries. A trail of cryptic clues leads the pair deep into a heart of a dangerous conspiracy whose members will stop at nothing—including murder—to protect their secrets.
Review: It’s not often that I take a few days and spend them in absolute, flagrant disregard of my parenting and wife-ing duties and sublimate myself in reading. It is somehow both selfish and just doing my job as a reviewer. Sometimes I get really behind and just have to take a bite out of my TBR list and lucky for me, this week’s catch was filled with big bass.
Kiss of the Sun is not a joyous read. It’s a deep dive into my subconscious that whirls and dips like shadows under water. I distinctly remember reading the first book, The Girl in the Maze, because I have such a picture of it, not clear but edgy-mostly just slabs of light and sound, of the circumnavigation Martha followed to get to Albertha’s gris gris shop when she was trying to escape. Lenny, the voice of schizophrenia in her head. And of Jarrell, who saves her.
This book is very much like that one, filled with visions in my mind that the author has carefully built, with words so powerful that they transcend the page. It’s an experience for me more than reading, which either means I get into his style or I’m crazy-you choose. But read it if it sounds like your kind of jam, because it’s very, very good.
Take the ride.
I heart you, Jarrell.