People die. That's it. The End. When I was 12 years old, I couldn't imagine that life beyond the age of 55 would be worth living (I've written about this before, but it keeps coming up.) I forget now why I chose 55. My own grandparents weren't that much older, though I guess I … [Read More...]
"Dripping with Southern gothic atmosphere." —Booklist, starred review
In the fall of 1957, Charlotte Bliss's charmed Virginia life takes a brutal, tragic turn when one of her young children dies in Bliss House, a house in which nothing is as it seems. The dead of Bliss House have answers to the questions tormenting Charlotte, but can the dead be trusted?
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