I often like to wander through the library and when I do, I'm one of those people who selects books based on two things: the title and the cover. This book stood out among the other books in the section reserved for librarian recommendations. I picked it up, even though I couldn't actually pronounce that name, intrigued by that picture of the ghost-like girl sitting on the antique red couch with a picture of a ferry above it. Ghost story. Not my usual fancy, but I decided to give it a try. And now I'm mourning. Because I loved living on Webb's Grand Manitou island in a grand house, even if that house was haunted by witchy child ghosts. This story had pull. It created plenty of questions to keep me reading and I never got bored. I also liked Webb's descriptions--vivid, but not overboard. All in all, I liked the story, especially because it's about ghosts but it hasn't given me any nightmares. It was tastefully done.
HAVE YOU EVER MOURNED FROM REACHING THE END OF A BOOK? WHICH ONE, AND WHY?