Defending Jacob
By William Landay
I gave this book an easy five stars on Goodreads. I did read this one cover-to-cover, could not put it down and wished there were more pages. Maybe it had just been too long since I read a good novel, who knows?
This is the story of an average, everyday suburban family. Or so they think they are until a 14-year-old boy who is in the same class as their withdrawn, loner teenage son is stabbed to death in a park on his way to school.
The dad, who happens to be the assistant DA working on the case, is shocked when he finds out his colleagues are investigating his son on the sly, but not everyone who knows Jacob is so surprised. The kid is a tad odd, but he’s 14. That’s normal… right?
I don’t want to give too much away. I enjoyed this one immensely. Read it, you won’t be sorry.

Lost in Shangri-la
By Mitchell Zuckoff
I’m a sucker for history, whether it’s a good historical fiction or a well-written, completely true story. This one is the latter.
This story uncovers a piece of World War II that doesn’t involve Nazis or Japs, or really much of anything about the war. It’s about a plane crash in the heart of New Guinea and the survivors’ ordeal as they climbed out of the jungle.
I didn’t even really know there was a military base on New Guinea. I mean, if I did, it probably fell into one of those “I don’t need to remember that right now” categories. (There’s a limited amount of available RAM in this brain of mine.)
The crazy thing that actually led to this crash is the fact that, although we (the US) operated and occupied a military base on the island of New Guinea, we knew practically nothing about the land we were using. There were plenty of horror stories of tribes of barbarous cannibals and that, obviously a guess at best, is the only intelligence they had.
One day a pilot flying over the island takes a shortcut and accidentally discovers a vast valley amidst the craggy and jungle-choked mountains. From that point on “Shangri-la” is famous to the personnel on the base. The valley itself is amazing, but the communities of people – homes, fields, livestock – are the real draw. Here they were, stationed on this island and neither they, nor the US Government, had a clue what or who occupied the rest of it.
One Sunday afternoon a pilot takes a group of base personnel, men and women, on a pleasure cruise up to view the valley, and don’t return.
This story is one of survival under some pretty terrible circumstances in a very rough and unforgiving place. It gets a little slow far into the book, but by that time I was too hooked to give up, plus I was in Honduras at the time and didn’t have another book with me to start on.

Dark Places
By Gillian Flynn
I just finished this a few nights ago and I immediately went to Goodreads to give it five stars. I wanted more pages, but I guess I’ll settle for Flynn’s, “Sharp Objects,” which was actually written before this one and her biggest hit, “Gone Girl.”
If you read or saw “Gone Girl” and liked it, then you’ll like this one. Flynn’s style of writing is so addicting and real, and her stories so full of twists, I have to say, I’m a fan.
This one centers on a main character who, in herself, brought out a twist of emotions. She is one for whom you at the same time feel sympathy and utter disdain.
Libby is the remaining member of her family: her father is estranged, a drunk, lowlife mooch; her sisters and mother were killed in their Kansas farmhouse when she was seven – a murder labeled the The Satan Sacrifice; and her brother is in prison.
After spending 25 years still hiding from that terrible night, out of money and lacking job skills, sound mind and ambition, Libby runs across a club obsessed with her family’s murders that is willing to pay for information – information that Libby must now confront.

Easter – The resurrection of Christ changed the midnight of bereavement into a sunrise of reunion; it changed the midnight of disappointment into a sunrise of joy; it changed the midnight of fear to a sunrise of peace.” – The Rev. Billy Graham
“Nearer, My God, to Thee” apparently was more than just the name of a famous Christian hymn to Father Miller.
As the priest of the small Episcopal church where our family worshiped, Father Miller’s high energy level produced an ever-expanding list of how to improve the church, attendance and our lives.
One year, he decided that the sunrise Easter service would be held atop Medicine Butte, a tall landmark in Lyman County then noted as much for TV towers as for its natural beauty and prominence.
Father Miller’s announcement wasn’t received as the best idea he had ever conceived, but no resistance was forthcoming from the congregation, and so at dawn on that Easter Sunday in the 1960s, Father Miller stood bravely against a gusty and cold north wind, pulled out his sermon and began reading his text:
“If ye then be risen with Christ, seek those things which are above. . .”
With those words, the wind gusted strongly, lifted the stole he wore over his shoulders and wrapped it around his nose and eyes.
He flailed at the tangled garment, finally grasping it with one hand while holding onto his sermon with the other.
As he continued, I found it hard to concentrate on the service, on this holiest day of the church calendar. Why were we freezing to death high above ground level when we could be in a nice, warm pew at church?
“The first day of the week cometh Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto the sepulchre and seeth the stone taken away . . . .”
With those words, the wind whistled fiercely, growing to gale force, flipping the pages of Father Miller’s handheld sermon like a casino dealer shuffling cards. Suddenly, his entire vestment billowed up, as though he was walking over a large fan. When he attempted to pull it down, his sermon slipped from his hand and the pages fluttered on the wind to the pasture below.
Undaunted, Father Miller freelanced the remainder of sermon and moved on to the next part of the service.
On the way home, I reflected on what our pastor had tried to accomplish. Was the outdoor ceremony supposed to remind us of the resurrection setting of Jesus?
Many will attend church this Easter Sunday. May your service be as unforgettable as mine was, leaving an indelible memory more than 50 years later.

This past week wrapped up the Legislative Session for 2016, with the exception of veto day on March 29. We passed the General Bill, SB 172, and again have a balanced budget. If you look at other states, we should feel fortunate that we don’t deficit spend. I have not heard whether there will be any vetoes.
The education package of four bills passed with some important amendments. One on HB 1182 involved requiring that at least 85 percent of the increased funding a school district receives through the new formula be applied directly to teachers’ salaries, with a penalty clause if that does not happen. For fiscal year 2018, the school district would lose 50 percent of the new money, if found noncompliant, and $500/teacher for fiscal years 2019, 2020, and 2021.
We also added that same provision on to SB 131, which was the bill to change the way we fund school districts. The prior formula was on a per student allocation (PSA), but this bill would change it to target teacher ratio. In essence, the more students per teacher a school has, the more funding they would get. I think it’s important to understand that there were several amendments that were considered, and, after much vetting, several changes were made to the Governor’s original bills, including the requirement that the majority of the increase in new money go to teacher pay, with a penalty if noncompliant, and an option for school districts to opt out of the new formula if they would fare better with the status quo (due to the future loss of “other revenues”). I’m cautiously optimistic these bills will provide a change everyone will be happy with!
The Governor signed SB 72, which would prohibit the abortion of an unborn child who is capable of experiencing pain.  I spoke on the floor about the substantial medical evidence that an unborn child is capable of experiencing pain by 20 weeks after fertilization. I was happy to see that both houses agreed and the Governor signed the bill.
SB 171, an act to authorize the limited use of certain types of medical cannabis had passed in the Senate, and had moved out of House Health and Human Services committee on a vote of 7-6 onto the House floor. This bill would allow cannabidiol (CBD) to be used only for intractable (uncontrolled) epilepsy. It was a difficult decision for me to oppose this bill, but the medical providers did not want this change as they would be asked to prescribe a drug that has not gained approval from the Food and Drug Administration (FDA). The House agreed  on a vote of 25-43, and the bill was defeated.
The rest of the week was spent working out differences between the two houses on various bills in what we call conference committees. We were able to vote on the G bill on Friday morning and it did not go as late as it normally does on the last day.
It has been a honor serving the citizens of District 8. If you have any questions or concerns, contact  me at rep.heinemann@state.sd.us