Merry Acres caters to the fifty-plus crowd. I have friends who live in the same type of planned community and I am aware of some of the goings on, so I was curious to see how a mystery would play itself out in Nan D Arnold's Merry Acres Widows Waltz, and I thought it was a cool title also.
The book starts off with a bang, and hooks you right away.
Things don't seem to bide well for the men folk at Merry Acres, especially the ones who are less than kind to their wives.
There's even a delightfully spooky legend.it seems the original owner, Merry, still hangs around, and when an errant husband dies, there's the rumor that dear Merry has a hand in it.
And in Merry Widows Waltz there's an abundance of straying husbands.
I loved the names of the ladies in the story, Georgiana, Dixie, and Augusta to mention a few of my favorites. We see the story through Georgiana's eyes. She and her husband Daniel are new arrivals to Merry Acres, and they bring with them some baggage of a marital kind. Daniel was unfaithful, and they are trying to work through it, but Georgiana is having a hard time being able to trust him again.
Desiring some gal-pals, Georgiana starts a social club, The Barrier Isles Ladies of Leisure Club, or BILLS, as they become known as. Along with the ladies comes incidences she hadn't planned on.
Yes, in Merry Acres Widows Waltz, there are some mysteries going on, one of them being the identity of Georgiana's mother, who dropped her off at an aunt's house and walked into the sunset. But I enjoyed the witty dialogue and wonderful characterization as much as trying to figure out, who did it. I think you will too.
They say retirement kills. And it looks that way in MERRY ACRES, a planned community in South Florida for the over-fifty-five crowd. Husbands are dropping fast. Georgiana Duncan wonders who will next wear the black veil of widowhood. Should she be worried....or happy about such dire prospects? Perhaps, like Georgiana, other wives in Merry Acres have secrets, too. Skeletons rattling around personal closets that so mar the gloss of happily-ever-after that only murder can make amends.