Oblivious by Cyndia Depre

Oblivious

by: Cyndia Depre

Paperback: 280 pages
Publisher: Mundania Press LLC (February 19, 2008)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1594267235
ISBN-13: 978-1594267239
Product Dimensions: 8.3 x 5 x 1.1 inches

In Cyndia Depre's second book, Oblivious, we are introduced to the wonderfully innocent, naive yet intelligent Olivia Chatham. Olivia is the town of Chatham's angel. Always quick with a kind word and even quicker with a secret helping hand for anyone in need. She sees the world through rose colored glasses and has a delightful childlike innocence.

The title Oblivious is perfect, as it holds many meanings. Olivia is oblivious to the crude and rougher side of humanity, while sadly, humanity seems to be leaning toward being oblivious to the purity and innocence of patience and goodness.

While Olivia may seem a bit unbelievable to some, in her childlike manner, she is delightful and refreshing. If only there were more people like her in real life. When there is a murder in small town Chatham, Olivia decides to become a crime buster and solve the case. She enlists the help of her best friend, Josie and gorgeous town newcomer, Tucker. Together, the 3 of them gather clues and more than once, Olivia finds herself in a compromising positive. Olivia is also introduced to a "seedier" side of life when she discovers her Reverend is a bit of a secret sex addict and may even be a killer!

Throughout the story, readers will delight in the word play the author uses to come up with Olivia's sayings. A couple examples include:

"Being unique in your oneness"

"Piffle"

"A monkey never sees its own tail"

"Don't be a fly in the ointment"

Oblivious is wonderful in it's humor and freshness. This is the perfect story to melt away any stress, bring a smile to your face and make you believe in the ability of innocence once again. I cannot say enough good things about this book and highly recommend it! Ms. Depre's talent shines through and she has the ability to bring her story and characters to life. I can't wait to get my hands on a copy of her first novel, Amanda's Rib and anxiously await her next book.

*overall rating 4.5/5

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Product Description:

Eccentric Olivia Chatham has found her life's calling. Crime buster. Tucker Monroe, the small Wisconsin town's mysterious new resident, discovers he, too, has a mission. Keeping up with her.

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Excerpt from Oblvious:

Chapter One

She was born in April, but her parents named her January. By the following morning they had second thoughts and changed the forms. Now, nearly thirty years later, Olivia, nee January, Chatham slipped an emerald green dress over her head and wiggled her hips to adjust it. The top half of the silk and satin sheath fit like a second skin. The skirt flared just below her waist and ended primly at the middle of her knees. Olivia studied her reflection in the mirror, twisting right and left as she tried to see if it made her behind look big. The phone interrupted her inspection.

"Merry Christmas!" she said into the receiver.

"You're still in your room? Why aren't you on the way over?" Josephine Bookman, Olivia's best friend, sounded stressed. She always fretted over her parties, worrying each detail to pieces. Olivia often told her to throw some old records on the stereo, pour potato chips into a few bowls, and get the Twister game out, but Josie never listened. Poor thing. Twister was a marvelous ice-breaker. Even when there wasn't any ice to break.

"Calm down, Josie. I'm on my way downstairs to do some mingling. Then I'll head over to your house."

"Mingle fast, okay? Whatever you do, don't let Alice Parker corner you. She'll start talking about her cats, and that could take hours."

"They're her family. She's just lonely, Josie. It wouldn't hurt you to listen to her sometime, too. You'd make her so happy."

"It'll be my New Year's resolution. I promise to listen to Alice babble about Tinker Bell and Snowflake if you promise to get over here in half an hour."

"Don't worry. I won't lollygag." She hung up before Josie could answer. Josie may stew before her parties, but Olivia had a quirk of her own. She got so excited at the notion of seeing so many friends at once, she turned into a clumsy fool. What was the saying? Two thumbs on left feet? Something like that.

Fluffing her hair, she took a deep, calming breath and crossed to the bathroom to check her makeup a fifth and final time. She hummed Jingle Bells while dabbing Mariella Burani behind her ears. Olivia knew she sang off-key at church and during festive sing-alongs, but for some reason, in this large marble and tile room, she thought she sounded exactly like Barbra Streisand. Marveling at the vagaries of acoustics, she shut the light off and left the room.

Olivia picked her satin purse off the bed and climbed into matching high heel shoes. She turned off the stereo and all but one lamp in the sitting room, then left her suite, closing the door firmly behind her.

As she walked down the hallway toward the second story landing she looked over the mahogany railing, admiring the decorations in the vast entry one floor below. The chandelier had been dimmed, and soft light reflected off gold and silver ribbons and bows, making them appear fuzzy, as if she were looking at an unfocused photograph. Slowly descending the wide staircase, she trailed her hand along the banister. Wreaths, flocking, lights, candles, and miniature towns sitting on tables made the place feel like a fairyland. Her mother had outdone herself with decorations for this year's Christmas gala.

Moving home had seemed natural after the breakup of her marriage to Sam Wallace. She'd shut herself in her rooms, planning to lick her wounds and heal her heart. Two days later Josie barged in and told her she'd wasted enough time mewling over a two-timing warthog like Sammy. Olivia readily agreed, and considered Josie's suggestion that they go on a shopping spree absolutely brilliant. The two women spent a frenzied week in Chicago, giving the term 'Windy City' a whole new meaning. That was six months ago, and Olivia was still living with her parents, still trying to figure out what to do with her life. Leaving Chatham, Wisconsin was out of the question. This was home. She knew everyone in town, and could only think of a handful of people she didn't like. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she slapped a palm on the newel post. Nope, she wasn't leaving Chatham. She'd have to find her future here. Something would come along to spark her interest.

People wandered between rooms on the lower level of the large house. Olivia stopped and exchanged words with most of them. She plucked a glass of wine off the tray a passing waiter held out to her. Another uniformed arm offered a platter of hors d'oeuvres. She picked up a cracker topped with something, stared at it for a moment, and popped it into her mouth as she moved from the library to the living room. Not bad, she thought, and looked for more appetizers. She found several trays of food sitting on a table and sipped her wine as she picked up another mystery tidbit.

Olivia swiveled to survey the room, and as she did her clutch purse slipped from under her arm. She caught it but dropped the cracker. Oh Lordy, why do they always land upside down? Olivia glanced around in embarrassment as she picked up a napkin and bent to clean up her mess. Finished with her task, and certain that no one had seen, she turned and looked into a pair of amused gray eyes.

Good grief, what was he doing here? And why was he standing by her parents? Another lady, one she recognized, completed the grouping. She'd seen the man around town a few times the past couple of weeks, but had never spoken to him and didn't even know his name. He usually wore jeans and sweatshirts, and was handsome in a rugged, outdoorsy way. He wore his dark hair a shade too long, and Olivia sometimes wondered if he'd bothered to comb it that day. Tonight, in his suit and tie and with his hair smoothed back, he looked like the Marlboro Man gone Wall Street. No, she corrected herself. He looked like a predator. A shiver raced up her spine.

"Livvy," her father called out and waved his hand in the air, motioning her over. "There's someone I want you to meet."

Olivia bumped a table topped with full champagne flutes as she moved toward her parents. She glanced down and saw liquid sloshing over the sides of the Waterford crystal, but none of the glasses fell and broke. The tablecloth was probably a goner, though.

"Hi Mom, Dad." Olivia brushed the air beside their cheeks, not wanting to get lipstick on them.

"Livvy," her father said, "this is Professor Mecklenberg. Teaches at the college over in Deerwood. Professor, our daughter, Olivia."

"Call me Cheryl," the woman said as she shook Olivia's hand. Chin-length chestnut curls danced around Cheryl's head. She smiled, but Olivia thought it appeared forced. Her eyes held no warmth. Olivia had taken one of Professor Mecklenberg's classes. She hadn't liked her then and didn't feel comfortable with her now. Taking a small step back, Olivia wondered why Cheryl would have such an immediate and unusual affect on her.

"And this is Tucker Monroe," her father continued, indicating the tall, broad-shouldered man with smoky gray eyes standing next to Cheryl.

"Nice to meet you." Tucker shook Olivia's hand. "I was just telling your parents how much I'm enjoying their party. I think the canapés are the best I've ever had." His eyes sparkled, and Olivia knew he was making fun of her for dropping one.

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About the author:

Cyndia Depre was born in Iowa, and has lived in Pennsylvania, Illinois and Minnesota. She received a Bachelor of Science degree in Accounting, with a second major in Finance, from Northern Illinois University. After running her own business for ten years, she closed the doors and began writing full-time. She now lives in a suburb of the Twin Cities with her husband and their miniature Schnauzer. They keep an old, but much loved, boat at a marina on Lake Minnetonka, and use it as often as possible. Cyndia is currently working on her third novel.

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Other works by Cyndia:

Amanda's Rib

Product Description:

Is Amanda Winslow a grieving widow or a cold-blooded killer?

Attorney Jack Lindsey has mixed feelings about Carlisle, Illinois', newest resident. When he discovers Amanda was recently acquitted of murdering her husband, he thinks that is the cause of his unease. Is Mandy a killer? Mandy. He never has nicknames for people, so why does he always think of her as Mandy? Why does he think of her at all? She's not his type. Still, the killing has piqued his interest. He wants to learn more, even if that means frequent contact with Amanda.

Jack delves into the murder and trial. His actions set off a shattering string of events, putting his and Amanda's lives in danger and resulting in the death of another. Jack is forced to question his strict beliefs.

Is murder ever justified?