Review: Entirely too plausable, creepy
Rating: 5 out of 5
Date: 09 18, 2013
Glad Tithings review by Dorothy A. Bell:Five stars.R. E. Woods novel Glad Tithings is a tale all too plausible. The writing, the execution of the story, is that good that it gave me the creeps. I know these people, I've met these people, they live right here in my town. His characters, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson are good people, regular, they've saved, worked hard and they can retire, not in a grand style, but modestly. They find a property in a rural setting close to a small community, the setting beautiful, the home comfortable, quiet and serene. But wait a minute, they didn't check out the community. There's a strong church ethic going on; at first glance, that's not a bad thing, just not what they're used to. The stores in town aren't stocked, folks in town are surly, they don't look right. The local constabulary is downright intimidating. The preacher is too effusive, full of good cheer, but pushy.Oh yes, I know these people. They send up the red flag in my consciousness but I rarely take heed. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson don't either. They know something's funny about the town and the people, but they can't put their finger on what it is that puts up their antenna, that is until it's too late. Too late Mr. Wilson loses his wife to the subversive undercurrent of the church. Too late Mr. Wilson realizes their retirement sanctuary is nothing more than a guarded compound. He knows how they're being controlled--I won't reveal how he does this, because it is too great, and I don't want to spoil it for you. But I do think we all should be aware of how it is managed, because you never know, you just never know.R. E. Wood has me convinced there are aliens who walk among us with a plan to conquer. They are righteous, they tell us what we already know but too ashamed to admit; we have messed up our planet, we make war and kill. The solution: all we have to do is live as They prescribe, stay on the straight and narrow, dumbdown, stay simple, ignorant and obedient. R. E. Woods has me convinced, the aliens walk among us disguised as the righteous, in this griping, not that far-fetched novel Glad Tithings