I’ve been reading Mary Higgins Clark novels for a very long time. I don’t remember exactly how old I was when I first picked up one of her books (I think I was around 12, but I’m not entirely sure), but I do remember picking the novel up. I was in a big-box store — I know exactly which one it was, too, but I won’t name it here — and I was browsing in the paperback aisle. The cover for Clark’s Daddy’s Little Girl caught my eye, and it didn’t take me long to decide I needed to read it. I went and found my mom, and she said I could buy it — though I no longer remember if I bought it myself or if she paid for it.
That novel still sits on my bookshelf, along with a number of Clark’s other books. But, despite how many I own and how many I’ve borrowed from friends or the library, there are still many Clark books I have left to read.
Up until recently, Where Are the Children? was one such unread novel for me. It was also one of the first novels Clark published, sending her down the path of a successful author.