My book talks are coming at you from a librarian, not a reviewer. You won’t find me talking about style or craft, why I think this could’ve been better or what worked or didn’t work. I only do book talks on books I liked and want other people to know about. So if it’s here I probably think it won’t injure your brain if you read it.
Love and Death have a game, one that Death always wins. Their players don’t know they are pieces, though some of their names have echoed through history. Antony and Cleopatra. Paris and Helen. Romeo and Juliet.
Now the two have focused on Henry and Flora, an orphaned boy who was lucky enough to be adopted by a wealthy family during the Great Depression, and a young black girl who wants nothing more than to be the next Amelia Earhart – even though her circle of friends see her job singing at a jazz nightclub as her future.
When they meet, Henry is lost, his mind coming back to her even when he should be helping his adopted brother with his news story about the people in Shantytown, people who aren’t quite what either one of them was expecting. Love himself resides there, moving among the lost and hopeless, and catching the attention of Henry’s confused adopted brother.
Death takes a more invasive route, assuming the guise of a visiting cousin intent on winning Henry over – that is when she’s not busy crashing the Hindenburg. Fates collide as Love and Death, Henry and Flora grapple with what they truly want versus what they’ve been dealt – and Love fears that Death will win again, as always.