There are few opportunities I get to read a “homegrown” novel. Death on a Sunday has taken the cake on the type of novel that gets me going. The third book written by Tish Owen, this is her first fictional work. She’s not only shown that she can create a how-to book and spellbook, but Tish has made it clear that she can write attention grabbing fiction.
Having heard Tish speak on multiple occasions, it wasn’t hard for me to hear her as I read. It was like listening to a story my grandmother would tell me as I sat at the foot of her bed. There was that Southern charm in the way it was told that’s so hard to capture in written form. She makes it look so easy.
I will admit that it was a bit tough to get into the novel at the beginning. It started off with so much detail. Almost everything that is talked about is heavily described, but it added to the atmosphere. I felt that sense of being where the character was. I could almost smell the house from the descriptions this author had given. I was drawn back to the days reading George R.R. Martin’s novels and the pages of meal dileneation.
As the book went on I was put through so much emotion with the main character, Tess. I personally reminded of my family in some of the conversations she has. There’s just something about family and friends in the South that most people don’t understand, but Tish put into words what I never thought I could say. And the moments where you’re slammed with a new plot point or scenario, you learn as you read to relax as Tish gives better explanations a few pages later.
For a first fiction novel, Tish Owen does not disappoint. I was drawn in and held tight with each chapter. It’s different to read about an area that I’ve called home in a book and it be told so accurately. The plot keeps you guessing and you keep cheering Tess on. I’m very glad and grateful I had the chance to read this novel. It’s a definite staple on my bookshelf.
About the Author
(Taken from Death on a Sunday)
Tish Owen is an ole Southern girl, born and bred by her very Southern mother, a Yankee father and his Irish mother. She drew up Catholic, and in the South that was a rarity. So she has a bit of a different take on the world and how things work. She spent most of her childhood running in the woods and playing make believe – a good foundation for a writer. She is blunt, funny, hard-working, sarcastic, irreverent, opinionated, polite to her elders, expects children to behave, likes dogs, cats, horses and birds – isn’t such a fan of snakes. She lives in Nashville with her husband, her ninety-seven year old mother, a rat terrier, two cats and an African Grey.