Gray Mountain, John Grisham.
I can’t fault the guy, everything that he writes is well thought out, and holds your attention, but I felt a cloud of depression hanging over me as I started it, I’m two thirds of the way through, and it’s still a little bit there.
It starts with Samantha Kofer, a lawyer at a New York firm just avoiding being laid off at the start of the crash of 2008?, but having to work for free somewhere as a kind of furlough deal.
She finds herself working for a legal aid outfit in Virginia’s Appalachian Mountains, handling divorces for redneck women with scruffy kids in tow, and getting mixed up with a sexy young married lawyer, who’s fighting for the little guy being crushed by coal mining companies that ruin the mountains with their strip mining.
His little plane crashes in mysterious circumstances, and he dies, cue his younger brother homing in on Samantha, scoring big time, then working with her against the nasty mine companies.
I won’t give it up, but the squalor of the Appalachian folk is bringing me down.