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Book Review: The Death of Mrs. Westaway by Ruth Ware
A moody, character-driven thriller about survival, intuition, and the blurry line between opportunity and deception.
Summary:
On a day that begins like any other, Hal receives a mysterious letter bequeathing her a substantial inheritance. She realizes very quickly that the letter was sent to the wrong person—but also that the cold-reading skills she’s honed as a tarot card reader might help her claim the money.
Soon, Hal finds herself at the funeral of the deceased…where it dawns on her that there is something very, very wrong about this strange situation and the inheritance at the centre of it.
Review:
I’m a big fan of Ruth Ware. With this book, I’ve now read eight of hers (all but two—I’m currently reading her newest release), although I’ve only reviewed four on my blog. When I spotted one I hadn’t read yet at the library, I figured it would be the perfect way to scratch my summer thriller itch while waiting for her latest.
As I was reading, I wondered if it was one of her earlier books. Although the main character is quite young, the writing itself also felt like a newer author’s voice. It turns out this was her fourth book. My hunch was right! I liked it more than the other early ones I’ve read—though I enjoy all of her work.
The book does a good job of making Hal likeable and well-rounded. She doesn’t believe in the tarot, but she’s not out to scam people either. She’s just trying to survive, doing her best with what she inherited from her mother. Both the booth on the pier and the knowledge to read cards (and people). Her grief, youth, and trouble with a loan shark add a sense of urgency and vulnerability that draws you in.
It would be easy to write the Westaway family as wealthy caricatures, but each of them (with the possible exception of the housekeeper) is written with a mix of strength and flaws. Even the housekeeper gains complexity later in the book.
That said, the plot depends heavily on a coincidence: Hal’s mother and her cousin had the exact same name—Margarida Westaway. That’s a pretty specific and unusual name for two relatives to share, especially in an upper-class British family. A quick explanation or justification for that naming choice could have made the premise easier to accept.
I didn’t figure out every twist, but I had the gist pretty early on. Some elements felt like things Hal probably should’ve picked up on too. But of course, it’s easier to put things together when you’re not the one in danger. The twists were still fun, and the ending was satisfying, even if it wrapped up quickly.
I especially liked how the tarot was integrated. Hal doesn’t believe in it literally, but she respects it as something people find meaning in, and she does her best to be helpful. It also connects her to her mother—not through magic, but through memory. When she recalls how her mother approached readings, it offers a window into her grief and her past.
There’s no racial or ethnic diversity in this book. That’s a missed opportunity, especially among the secondary characters or romantic partners. One of the uncles is gay and has a bisexual partner, but the bisexual representation is frustrating. The partner cheats, and it’s presented as an even worse betrayal because it’s with a woman. Oof. Hal acknowledges she developed problem drinking habits after her mother died and by and large chooses no longer to imbibe. (There is one night when she does).
There’s no sex in the book. The violence is mild by thriller standards: one drawn-out survival fight, a few off-page murders, and a jump-scare involving a dead body.
About the twists…spoilers in this paragraph.
It was fairly easy to guess that some sort of mix-up had happened between Maud and Maggie—both nicknames for Margarida. I suspected from early on that the woman who died in the car crash wasn’t Hal’s biological mother. That twist didn’t surprise me. The others—the fate of Hal’s bio mom and her father’s identity—were partially predictable. I guessed the mother was murdered and suspected the father did it. I thought it was the grandfather, given how no one mentioned him and how angry the grandmother was about the pregnancy. So I was surprised to learn it was actually the youngest uncle, Abel. The book frames him as the golden child—the one least abused by the family matriarch, but perhaps the most like her. That worked, even if it felt a little like older sibling wish fulfillment. But this also means Hal is the child of two first cousins, and the book doesn’t address that at all. Hal doesn’t even seem fazed. I had to remind myself that cousin marriage is legal in the UK, although it’s illegal in most U.S. states. Still, I would’ve liked at least a moment of acknowledgment or emotional reaction to this knowledge.
Overall, this was a fun thriller that delivered chills and mystery without being too gory or scary. About half the twists were predictable, but the rest kept me guessing. Strong characters and the layered use of tarot added depth. It’s not a perfect read, and it lacks diversity, but it’s a solid summer pick for fans of slower-paced, atmospheric thrillers.
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4 out of 5 stars
Length: 368 pages – average but on the longer side
Source: Library
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Rereading the Chronicles of Narnia as a Progressive, Queer Christian Adult – Books 1 & 2
What does The Chronicles of Narnia look like through the eyes of a queer, progressive Christian rereading the series as an adult?
Summary:
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe – Four children sent to the countryside to escape the bombing of London of WWII open a door in their host’s home and enter Narnia. In the land beyond the wardrobe, the children meet the White Witch, discover the Magic, and meet Aslan, the Great Lion, for themselves. In the blink of an eye, their lives are changed forever.
Prince Caspian – Narnia . . . where animals talk . . . where trees walk . . . where a battle is about to begin.
A prince denied his rightful throne gathers an army in a desperate attempt to rid his land of a false king. But in the end, it is a battle of honor between two men alone that will decide the fate of an entire world.
Review:
This post kicks off a new kind of review for me—a reread series. I was raised in a fundamentalist Christian household, but through a long and winding journey, I’ve found my spiritual home in progressive Christianity, which affirms queer folks like me and focuses on social justice. Over the years, people from all backgrounds have asked me what I think of Narnia. I’ve been surprised by how widely beloved it is—even among children who weren’t raised in Christian environments.
My strongest early memory of Narnia comes from Jesus Camp, where it was one of the few books counselors were allowed to read to us. I remember sitting around the fire, half-listening to something about a silver chair. At the time, I didn’t connect with the stories. I often reject things that feel forced on me, and Narnia was everywhere. Maybe I also felt misled—there’s a hint of World War II at the beginning, which is one of my special interests, but the story quickly shifts to an icy kingdom ruled by a talking lion. Later, I heard critiques of how C.S. Lewis portrayed female characters and wondered if I had sensed that as a child, too.
This year, I decided to revisit the series through audiobooks. I’m reading in publication order, rather than chronological. I want to experience the books as readers did when they first came out—and hear Lewis’s voice as it developed over time.
Before I go further, I want to be clear: I don’t dislike all of Lewis’s work. I loved The Screwtape Letters—I’m a sucker for a good epistolary story—and I found Mere Christianity thoughtful and compelling during my faith journey. So this isn’t a hit piece. It’s an honest reflection on how these stories read to me now, as an adult queer woman of faith.
So what stood out to me in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe?
I can absolutely see the appeal. The idea of a secret world just through the wardrobe—a place full of talking animals that needs a savior—is enchanting. The allegory of Aslan’s sacrifice on the stone table, often critiqued by secular readers as too jarring and confusing, struck me as a strong, nuanced theological metaphor. It makes sense within Christian theology, and Lewis presents it with clarity.
But I now also understand why I didn’t enjoy these books as a child: the representation of gender roles. The female characters feel flat and constrained. Susan comes off as petty and unlikable. Lucy, while kind, is so passive that her forgiveness becomes a personality trait. The girls aren’t allowed to fight because “that’s not what girls do,” as the narrator—not a character—tells us. That omniscient narration gives the sexism an unchallenged authority. The White Witch is the only powerful female character, and of course, she’s the villain. Her assertiveness and autonomy are equated with evil.
As a progressive Christian who attends a church led by a woman pastor, I find this particularly disheartening. From the very beginning, Jesus uplifted women—Mary Magdalene, Martha, the Samaritan woman. Early church leaders like Lydia and Phoebe helped shape the faith. But those stories often get overshadowed by patriarchal interpretations. I see that dynamic echoed in Narnia.
Another theme that troubled me is the normalization of violence—especially how it’s gendered. Peter is praised for killing a wolf. Boys are encouraged to wield swords and lead armies. Meanwhile, Jesus rebuked Peter for cutting off a soldier’s ear and modeled nonviolence, even in moments of great personal risk. Paul and Silas stayed in a prison after an earthquake freed them, sparing the jailer’s life. Their faith led them to protect others, not conquer them.
In Prince Caspian, the battles escalate. The girls observe from a distance. And we learn that the children’s prior reign left Narnia in ruins, with many of the original inhabitants dead or scattered. The colonial undertones are hard to ignore. The children are outsiders who arrive, rule, and leave—upending the local ecosystem and political structure in the process. Even as a fantasy, it raises hard questions about heroism and power.
As a child, I didn’t like being told what girls couldn’t do. As an adult, I feel equally uneasy watching kind-hearted Peter be shaped into a glorified conqueror. The lens Lewis offers here reflects more about the cultural assumptions of his time—especially about gender and empire—than it does the radical love and subversive power of the Gospel.
That said, I’m curious to keep going. I remember The Silver Chair more vividly than the others, and I’m interested to see how it holds up. I’m not reading these books expecting them to reflect my beliefs. But I am reading them with both a theological imagination and a desire to understand the appeal of these stories. Perhaps we can craft new, long-lasting fables for our youth full of the values of equality and social justice.
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3 out of 5 stars (The Lion)
3 out of 5 stars (Caspian)
Length: The Lion: 180 pages – average but on the shorter side; Caspian: 240 pages – average but on the shorter side
Source: Library
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