Middle Child Press: Book Review ~ "The Woman from Cheshire Avenue"


Book Review ~ "The Woman from Cheshire Avenue"

Dear Ms. Mié,

Why the hell didn't you send this to me, LOL? I'm always looking for books that push the envelope, books that make me say "damn, I wish I'd written this"! Seriously, The Woman from Cheshire Avenue was one of the most AWESOME books I have read all year and frankly, I'm getting pretty envious at Middle Child Press. It's not the fact that you made a neo-Nazi into a character I came to care about, nor was it the fact that Lilith had the kind of class, balls and sass that I don't see too often in a lot of books. It's not even the fact that Michael Hirosawa and his family of scary, yet elegant criminals reminded me of some of the best Japanese crime dramas--it's how you managed to pack so much action and emotion in a mere 90-something pages. And that's another thing--you have left me chomping at the bit and I am not happy, LOL.

You could have taken the easier route and made Eric Quisling (is it just me who gets the joke about his last name) a poor-misunderstood-comes-from-a-broken-home type. Instead, you made him complex and on one hand his behavior horrified me (as it should have). On the other, to see him brought literally to his knees by an elegant black woman who faced him head on (and kissed him--I LOVED that part), just seemed so fitting. And what can I say about Lilith Wells? Like all of your characters, she's wonderfully complex--both brave and flawed. Every page was like unwrapping all the various and sundry layers of her being. Again, how you managed this in a scant 90-something pages speaks volumes to how well you have mastered the craft of writing. There are authors who need entire trilogies to do what you do with the kind of chracters--outsiders all--in a novella. Even Madison, the standard hooker-with-a-heart-of-gold, manages to transcend that tiresome trope to become a character I really liked (and usually a black hooker makes me face-palm). You didn't spare the violence, the rage, the ugliness but you did all of these aspects with a practiced hand.

The Woman from Cheshire Avenue reads like a Kurosawa meets Truffault meets Beineix meets Fuqua film, and frankly it should be one (if Hollywood had any sense). It's Cornell Woolrich and Chester Himes on steroids! To say I loved this, is the understatement of the decade. Bravo!

Very truly yours,
Kymberlyn Reed, Acqusitions Editor for Parker Publishing