In reading The Vanished Child by Sarah Smith one learns the important differance between mystery and confusion. If the story line itself does not immediately draw you in and keep you reading, the hype about the book, furnished on the cover and in sloppy notes attached to the shelf, unfortunately will. A prominant Boston businessman of the 19th century in the fashion of the Carnagys and the Vanderbuilts is raising his grandson to be his heir. He is murdered in his home and his grandson kidnapped. The story opens years later as a European scientist becomes accidentally involved in unravelling the mystery. While this sounds like an excellent premise for a story one is soon disappointed by the lackluster way in which it is told. American nobility such as the Carnegy and Kennedy families are a continuing fascination for this country as witnessed by their permanent residence on A&E Biographies. Yet the Boston nobility that inhabit this novel may as well be distant relatives for all the interest they hold. While some are sketchily drawn, others are regretably drawn out, so that an initial attraction and interest turn to dreaded thoughts of being caught in one of their drawing room gatherings for an endless afternoon. The pretty, legally blind love interest, somehow related to the Boston clan, quickly loses her charm as the reader must pore through pages about her daily routine and burgeoning romance, none of which rings true. The splintered narrative style used to drag the reader through this story creates a constant state of confusion about the motivation behind these unlikable, unlikely historical figures. Momentum propels the reader through the end of the book where a few gems of interest raise the stakes. Unfortunately, the only real mystery, one realizes, is in in how to better choose a book in the future.