The colorful, compelling novel about two lonely souls who find love-and redemption-in Lunacy, Alaska.
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1 . Nora Brought her A Game.
Posted July 29, 2011 by Amber , Chicago, ILNow, Nora Roberts can be somewhat hit or miss for me. There are some of her books that I just ADORE and others that don't quite hit their mark for me. I guess it's the nature of being an incredibly prolific writer, but her laziest books tend to be a step up from other author's best work.
That said, "Angel Falls" is definitely a hit for me. When she's trying and putting in the research, Ms. Roberts can universe-build like no one else. "The Villa" brought me right into the heart of California wine industry, and "Angel Falls" dumped me into Alaska. I like that the people in town weren't "quirky" and it was obvious that Ms. Roberts had fallen for this landscape and culture. This book painted a picture for me, and it's a fascinating one.
I'm guess I'm a weirdo because it was all the universe-building in the 'slow' first half of the novel that kept me reading and interested and invested in Nate's story.
2 . Great Characters
Posted June 23, 2010 by alisonwonderland , lincolnI have read quite a few Nora Roberts books and she has a great balance of romance and action/adventure. This is one of my favorites for its spunky heroine and her disfunctional mother. Oh, and the sexy guy is kinda cool too! I always enjoy my favorite books come alive on screen even if it isn't the best representation but the movie for this book was great too. Good times all around!
3 . Northern Exposure meets Nora Roberts
Posted December 14, 2009 by Patty , ChicagoThis book was great fun to read, especially if you loved the TV show Northern Exposure.
May 15, 2005
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Excerpt from Northern Lights by Nora Roberts
EN ROUTE TO LUNACY ' December 28, 2004
Strapped into the quivering soup can laughingly called a plane, bouncing his way on the pummeling air through the stingy window of light that was winter, through the gaps and breaks in snow-sheathed mountains toward a town called Lunacy, Ignatious Burke had an epiphany.
He wasn't nearly as prepared to die as he'd believed.
It was a hell of a thing to realize when his fate hung precariously in the hands of a stranger who was buried in a canary yellow parka and whose face was nearly concealed by a battered leather bush hat perched on top of a purple watch cap.
The stranger had seemed competent enough in Anchorage, and had given Nate's hand a hearty slap before wagging a thumb at the soup can with propellers.
Then he'd told Nate to "just call me Jerk." That's when the initial unease had set in.
What kind of an idiot got into a flying tin can piloted by a guy named Jerk
But flying was the only sure way to reach Lunacy this late in the year. Or so Mayor Hopp had informed him when he'd conferred with her over his travel arrangements.
The plane dipped hard to the right, and as Nate's stomach followed, he wondered just how Mayor Hopp defined sure.
He'd thought he hadn't given a good damn one way or the other. Live or die, what did it matter in the big scheme When he'd boarded the big jet at Baltimore-Washington, he'd resigned himself that he was heading to the end of his life in any case.
The department shrink had warned him about making major decisions when he was suffering from depression, but he'd applied for the position as chief of police in Lunacy for no reason other than that the name seemed apt.
And he'd accepted the position with a who-gives-a-shit shrug.
Even now, reeling with nausea, shivering with his epiphany, Nate realized it wasn't so much death that worried him, but the method. He just didn't want to end the whole deal by smashing into a mountain in the fucking gloom.
At least if he'd stayed in Baltimore, had danced more affably with the shrink and his captain, he could've gone down in the line of duty. That wouldn't have been so bad.
But no, he'd tossed in his badge, hadn't just burned his bridges but had incinerated them. And now he was going to end up a bloody smear somewhere in the Alaska Range.
"Gonna get a little rough through here," Jerk said with a drawn-out Texas drawl.
Nate swallowed bile. "And it's been so smooth up to now."
Jerk grinned, winked. "This ain't nothing. Ought to try it fighting a headwind."
"No, thanks. How much longer "