![]() It preys on the weak, and young women are its favorite victims. ![]() ![]() It preys on the weakest, and young women are its favorite victims. A great read for gloomy winter days when the snow keeps falling and shadows take on a life of their own. Summary: 'Bram moves to the small town of Louth in order to help her uncle start his new inn, but when she discovers a legacy of silenced women tied to her new home, she sets out to investigate the truth behind the town's 'Dead Girl' myths'. Having said that, though, there was one final bit of the puzzle that didn’t seem to fit well to me, and I thought could have been better done, but I don’t want to spoil it for you. An atmospheric ghost story with a feminist soul. I liked that Miller played it so close to the chest, giving you a little bit of information and then twisting it to muddy the water, but not doing it in a way that felt forced or contrived. Kirsten Miller grew up in a small town just like Cypress Creek, minus the purple mansion. I peeked at the last few pages (because I am really bad about that), and even knowing who-done-it, I was still trying to figure out the clues that would reveal the truth. This teen book was so full of twists that it kept me going until the last minute. But who should she trust? Her charming uncle who is charming no more? The handsome gardener Sam who’s a little too good looking? Goth Maisie who knows more than she should but explains nothing? Or nice New Yorker Nolan who’s just a little too slick? Because if she trusts the wrong person, chances are good that she’s going to be the next one to die. When she’s forced to leave NYC and go to live with her beloved uncle James, she intends to investigate why girls keep dying at her uncle’s inn. ![]()
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