The Water Tower Club follows Darryl Coombs back to Grotin,  the town of his childhood, and a past he’d hope to erase from memory. His younger sister Libby has been arrested on a charge of attempted murder. With Libby not talking, Darryl has to play amature private detective. His searches dredge up all his miserable memories of humiliation at the hands of Bobby Hobson, of the accidental death of a young boy thanks to a stupid challenge, of the crippling of a toddler by gunshot. Now there are new torments to fill Darryl’s mind- why did Libby stab a Commissioner? What, if anything, does the Tolliver Estate have to do with the stabbing?

I fell in love with this book right away, staying up way past my bedtime reading. Darryl is easy for me to relate to, given his personality. I had a fair share if verbal abuse and emotional neglect growing up. Like Darryl, I felt that my opinions and desires, or even needs, were discounted, devalued. It took a 3000+ mile move, coast to coast, to begin being able to emerge from my shell. The only thing I didn’t quite grok was the need for Charlotte’s story. That’s one part that didn’t resonate with me. It felt a little unnecessary. That was just a small part , overall though.  

The Water Tower Club is full of snappy prose that captures the imagination, playing upon the heartstrings of emotion as deftly as a virtuoso violinist, conjuring bittersweet nostalgia, heavy regret, flickering uncertainty. Darryl has a philosopher’s soul, and his problems, worries, and fears are ones we can all relate to- past regrets, family pressures, the desire to bury our hurts and wounds, a longing to find who we really are.  This is a book you’re going to want to read!

***Many thanks to the Netgalley, the author and Fir Valley Press for providing an ARC in exchange for a fair and honest review.  SF Book Review.