An entertaining suburbian mystery about rich people who have everything and want more and poor people who have very little and also want more. Both haves and have nots are willing to do whatever it takes to fulfil their dreams. It's a quick read with some surprising twists I didn't see coming and although the rest of the plot was quite predictable, I enjoyed reading it.
However, I had to read the ending twice because I couldn't believe my eyes. The Hallmark movie style ending (and don't get me wrong, I love Hallmark) was incredible. If you want to enjoy this story you'll have to suspend your disbelief.
I found this video by chance on YouTube and it piqued my curiosity. I truly hope they finally make a film based on this delightful but far from perfect romantic novel. If you are a fan of Recency time stories and need something light to read, you will certainly have quite a good time reading Mr Malcom's List.
When day
comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade?
The loss we
carry, a sea we must wade.
We’ve
braved the belly of the beast.
We’ve
learned that quiet isn’t always peace,
and the norms
and notions of what “just” is isn’t always justice.
And yet,
the dawn is ours before we knew it.
Somehow we
do it.
Somehow
we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken,
but simply
unfinished.
We, the
successors of a country and a time where a skinny Black girl descended from
slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to
find herself reciting for one.
And yes, we
are far from polished, far from pristine,
but that
doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect.
We are
striving to forge our union with purpose.
To compose
a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters, and conditions of man.
And so we
lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us.
We close
the divide because we know, to put our future first, we must first put our
differences aside.
We lay down
our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another.
We seek
harm to none and harmony for all.
Let the
globe, if nothing else, say this is true:
That even
as we grieved, we grew.
That even
as we hurt, we hoped.
That even
as we tired, we tried.
That we’ll
forever be tied together, victorious.
Not because
we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.
Scripture
tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree
and no one shall make them afraid.
If we’re to
live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in all the
bridges we’ve made.
That is the
promise to glade, the hill we climb, if only we dare.
It’s
because being American is more than a pride we inherit.
It’s the
past we step into and how we repair it.
We’ve seen
a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it.
Would
destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.
This effort
very nearly succeeded.
But while
democracy can be periodically delayed,
it can
never be permanently defeated.
In this
truth, in this faith, we trust,
for while
we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.
This is the
era of just redemption.
We feared
it at its inception.
We did not
feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour,
but within
it, we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to
ourselves.
So while
once we asked, ‘How could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?’ now we assert,
‘How could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?’
We will not
march back to what was, but move to what shall be:
A country
that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free.
We will not
be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction
and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation.
Our
blunders become their burdens.
But one
thing is certain:
If we merge
mercy with might, and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and
change, our children’s birthright.
So let us
leave behind a country better than the one we were left.
With every
breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a
wondrous one.
We will
rise from the golden hills of the west.
We will
rise from the wind-swept north-east where our forefathers first realized
revolution.
We will
rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the midwestern states.
We will
rise from the sun-baked south.
We will
rebuild, reconcile, and recover.
In every
known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country,
our people,
diverse and beautiful, will emerge, battered and beautiful.
When day
comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.
This is my third novel of the Only in Tokyo series and perhaps my favourite one. Jonelle Patricks takes the reader into the world of idols in Japan and also shows the devastating consequences of a tsunami.
I love the characters in this series. Yumi, a Japanese girl with modern ideas who is trapped in an unpleasant engagement.Kenji Nakamura, a brave detective who is madly in love with her. Suzuki, an expert on kanji characters and Oki an amateur psychologist, both skilful police officers at the Komagone police station and many interesting characters who depict different aspects of life in Japan.
The plot in this novel is as engaging as in the previous ones and the final chapters will keep you reading nonstop.
All in all another wonderful book set in modern Tokyo for lovers of Japanese culture and avid readers. To make the series even more amazing, the author includes several photographs at the end of each book that will take you to Tokyo and enable you to understand their culture much better.
An entertaining suburbian mystery about rich people who have everything and want more and poor people who have very little and also want more. Both haves and have nots are willing to do whatever it takes to fulfil their dreams. It's a quick read with some surprising twists I didn't see coming and although the rest of the plot was quite predictable, I enjoyed reading it. 
