Just Over the Mountain by Robyn Carr

Posted by Mrs Giggles on August 1, 2002 in 2 Oogies, Book Reviews, Genre: Contemporary / 0 Comments

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Just Over the Mountain by Robyn Carr
Just Over the Mountain by Robyn Carr

MIRA, $6.50, ISBN 1-55166-940-4
Contemporary Romance, 2002


This is my first Robyn Carr book, and I feel as if I have parachuted right onto the cake in the local Thomas Kinkade Fan Club Gathering. A sequel to, uh, is Just Over the Mountain a sequel to Deep in the Valley? Maybe, maybe not, but either way, this book bewilders me. I don’t know what to think of it.

This story is set in Grace Valley, California, where apparently the selling point is “where the best things in life never change”. No, I don’t think they’re talking about freelove and Woodstock and marijuana gardens here, love, try no privacy, ultra-gossipy neighbors, and dotty, dotty dingbats that are probably fugitives from the nearest loonyhouse.

The back blurb leads me to expect a love story between a doctor, June Hudson, and the DEA agent Jim Post, complicated when her ex Chris Forrest and his two kids arrive in Grace Valley fresh from a divorce. In the first few chapters, this seems to be the case, as everyone in town cheers for our heroine to get back with the guy, apparently forgetting that this guy is the one who dumped our heroine for the town hussy. (Needless to say, the town hussy, a pretty girl, prefers living in some sinful city and hence is an Unworthy Woman.)

Chris shows up. I wait for her and June to interact. I wait, and I wait, and I wait. Tick, tick, tick, goes the clock. After the while, I decide that the idiot who wrote the back cover synopsis is a bloody liar. This isn’t a love triangle story. It’s a collection of anecdotes about the dotty residents of Grace Valley. Every chapter introduces a new guy or gal (or maybe they are recurrent characters from the last book, I don’t know), doing silly things like gossiping, chit chatting, and prying into everybody’s business. I frown and walk up to the window to make sure that the neighbors aren’t peeking in. Okay, this book makes me paranoid.

No, wait. Then the focus of the story changes. Human bones are found in June’s aunt’s garden, and they may belong to her missing husband… or do they? Did she do it? Frankly, since I don’t know who these people are, so I don’t care even if they are bones of King Kong. Can we have some hot sex now? I’m bored. And confused by the huge ensemble cast.

Along the way, I begin jotting down notes. June is a doctor but apparently, she knows she is barren because she always forget her birth control and since she’s never pregnant, she must be barren! Of course. Maybe they have a shortage of doctors in that place, so every Moomoo and Ozark Hicksville can be a doctor if they can help deliver the local cow’s baby. Or something.

I wait for someone to take the bones to some lab for some forensics analysis. I wait and I wait and I wait. Don’t these people have some CSI thing nearby?

Sorry, I wouldn’t be so cynical if this author has at least given me a chance to know the characters better or at least give this book a focus. One moment it’s a half-baked love story, then it’s the animals in a James Herriot novel pretending to be humans, and then it’s a cozy mystery. The author takes me for granted that I have read the previous book. Well, I haven’t. Bye-bye.

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Cantankerous muffin who loves boys that sparkle, unicorns, money, chocolates, and fantastical stories.

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