What would you do if your 21-year-old son stopped returning your calls?
Maybe there's a new girl. Or a class with tons of homework. After all, it's easy to lose track of people in New York City. Most mothers would assume their son was just going through a phase.
Not Carol Meitzner.
She's the kind of mom who knows things, and the artist can always sense when something is really wrong with her beloved boy.
Jonas, for his part, has been sneaking around for awhile now. First he dropped out of NYU. Then there was that secret trip to Pakistan and a mysterious new friend, Masoud.
You guessed it: The question at the heart of "31 Hours," the riveting fourth novel by Masha Hamilton, is this: How would you react if someone you love fell in with potential terrorists?
"31 Hours" is part thriller, part love story, and it possesses the kind of velocity that makes it impossible to put down.
Told from many viewpoints, the book never succumbs to the disharmony that this sort of setup can create. Instead of throwing off the story's rhythm, the chorus of voices only adds to the forward motion.