Reading Death of a Rainmaker is like slipping through time right into a 1930’s black-and-white movie. Suddenly you live in Jackson County, Oklahoma during the Dust Bowl, and you know what the cinema, hardware store, and courthouse look like. The townspeople are your family, and you care so deeply about what happens to them that you can’t tear your eyes from the pages of this book. It’s odd for a story about a murder to be gentle and generous, but this one is. I fell in love with everyone in town, except of course, those who turned out to be trouble. Laurie Loewenstein has a knack for writing the early 20th century. I sure hope this is a series, because I’m smitten.