A bit overwhelming
Startlingly reminiscent of Alice Hoffman's Owens family, this book tried to be too much-- tale of generational witches, unsolved murder mystery, story of dysfunctional mother and daughter, and lukewarm romance. I love magic realism and could have fallen hard for the generational witch story with the gorgeous garden, healing herbs, soaps, tinctures, perfumes, trained bees, and the women's history, work, and relationships on the farm. But that's not how it went. The protagonist, Lizzy, turns out to be annoying with her neglect of the loving grandma who'd raised her. Then to add to it, she unattractively plays with the man next door and his affections. For eight years she never visited her grandma! Then she comes home when grandma dies to clear her grandma's name. Why care now that grandma is dead?
The characters are stereotypical-- cold NY career woman, the wise crone, the voodoo practicing beekeeper from Louisiana, the wild, hippie mother, and the handsome, accomplished man next door. This man has been in love with dizzy Lizzy for 20 years! He hasn't seen her since she left home but has been carrying a torch!! He's faithfully living the single life and waiting next door, hoping aha, perhaps she might come back!? Unbelievable. As expected, she severely spurns him until the last page!
Strangely he's so devoted to her... until... a knife wielding madman goes after her. He then rescues her, but stupidly leaves her totally alone in a rural area while he goes to Boston! Some white knight! Why was she, as an independent, feisty 36 year-old woman from NY, never armed to defend herself while this murderer consistently tries to harm her? Thus we have the mystery subplot, the very predictable cold, double murder case which is revived, to clear grandma's name, by Lizzy and friends, provoking the murderer's wrath. Soapy, huh?
To top off the many subplots, Lizzy's long-lost mother appears. Lizzy almost instantly forgives her rebellious, embarrassing mother who has for years ignored her, after abandoning her as a child. The rotten folk-singing, Tarot-reading mother returns to the farm after hitchhiking across country from CA. How else could this hippie mom have travelled in this novel? They are, by the end, on the best of terms !! Kiss, kiss. Plot all wrapped up in a lovely package. Farm saved, murderer found. Everyone loves each other. It's a bit overwhelming. An herbal bath needed.