There’s something interesting about reading a book that was written a few decades ago. I’ve never read a Mary Higgins Clark book before. Funny since I love reading and she and Carol Higgins Clark are such iconic female writers. Now I know why. I recently read A Cry in the Night by Mary Higgins Clark. The story was absolutely well written. That said, the value of this type of story was lost on me. This book is supposed to be a suspense type thriller, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I knew almost immediately what was sure to happen. Some details were surprising, but it was largely predictable. Within the first 10 pages of the book, I wanted to take the main character by her shoulders and shake her senseless. What kind of self-respecting, New York, single, working mother would fall for and marry someone who is so obviously controlling, manipulative and just plain creepy?! Ugh, my inner feminist wept.
Then I started thinking, that if this book was written in 1982, the storyline was actually pretty time appropriate. I forget that women decades ago experienced a struggle so that I don’t have to. Divorced, single, two kids, trying to survive every day in a one bedroom apartment in New York City with your skeezy ex-husband always asking to “borrow” money. How many women was this true for? And how difficult it must have been. In walks a rich, successful, charming artist who adores you. Yea, I guess that would have been pretty easy to fall for in a different time. And to be fair, Jenny, the main character, remains pretty composed throughout considering everything she goes through. That is something I can definitely respect.