Bestselling author Joanne Harris illuminates the heartbreak and quiet horror of dementia in this beautiful yet haunting ghost story.
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Out on the moor, in the snow, a house stands beneath a pylon.
It is a house full of memories, and full of old things. And, in the dark, when the pylon sings in the wind, it is a house full of ghosts and fading memories . . .
The house, Kirkhill, has a new occupant – just moved in, fresh from a bitter divorce and looking for a fresh start. The moor is the perfect place for it: isolated, beautiful in the changing seasons, peaceful, and with just enough of the previous owners belongings that it’s a perfectly self-contained and cosy home.
Only as nights start to draw in, and the weather takes a turn, so does the house. The cosy isolation becomes menacing, animals begin acting strangely, and it seems someone could be watching the house. Soon, the diaries of the previous owners begin to reveal a terrible tragedy which befell Kirkhill – one which its new occupant may be unable to escape . . .
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A beautiful, gripping read for fans of Piranesi and The Winter Ghosts, this is a beautiful yet haunting ghost story for a frosty day.
Praise for Joanne Harris:
‘So wise, so atmospheric, so beautifully written’ – Marian Keyes
‘I sobbed at the end because I couldn’t bear to leave… One of the world’s finest storytellers’ – Joanna Cannon
‘Haunting, obsessive and just a little nutty, like a freshly-made praline’ – Elisabeth Luard
‘Mouthwatering… your sense are left reeling’ – Observer
‘Sheer pleasure from start to finish’ – James Runcie
‘Sensuous and thought-provoking’ – Daily Telegraph
‘I devoured it in one go’ – Christopher Fowler
‘A place of magic and mysteries – Monica Ali
‘A novel that shimmers with brilliance and truth’ – Kate Williams
‘Is this the best book ever written? Truly excellent’ – Literary Review
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Out on the moor, in the snow, a house stands beneath a pylon.
It is a house full of memories, and full of old things. And, in the dark, when the pylon sings in the wind, it is a house full of ghosts and fading memories . . .
The house, Kirkhill, has a new occupant – just moved in, fresh from a bitter divorce and looking for a fresh start. The moor is the perfect place for it: isolated, beautiful in the changing seasons, peaceful, and with just enough of the previous owners belongings that it’s a perfectly self-contained and cosy home.
Only as nights start to draw in, and the weather takes a turn, so does the house. The cosy isolation becomes menacing, animals begin acting strangely, and it seems someone could be watching the house. Soon, the diaries of the previous owners begin to reveal a terrible tragedy which befell Kirkhill – one which its new occupant may be unable to escape . . .
***
A beautiful, gripping read for fans of Piranesi and The Winter Ghosts, this is a beautiful yet haunting ghost story for a frosty day.
Praise for Joanne Harris:
‘So wise, so atmospheric, so beautifully written’ – Marian Keyes
‘I sobbed at the end because I couldn’t bear to leave… One of the world’s finest storytellers’ – Joanna Cannon
‘Haunting, obsessive and just a little nutty, like a freshly-made praline’ – Elisabeth Luard
‘Mouthwatering… your sense are left reeling’ – Observer
‘Sheer pleasure from start to finish’ – James Runcie
‘Sensuous and thought-provoking’ – Daily Telegraph
‘I devoured it in one go’ – Christopher Fowler
‘A place of magic and mysteries – Monica Ali
‘A novel that shimmers with brilliance and truth’ – Kate Williams
‘Is this the best book ever written? Truly excellent’ – Literary Review
Reviews
A place of magic and mysteries
A novel that shimmers with brilliance and truth
Sheer pleasure from start to finish
Sensuous and thought-provoking
Mouthwatering...your senses are left reeling
Is this the best book ever written? Truly excellent
I devoured it in one go
I sobbed at the end because I couldn't bear to leave...One of the world's finest storytellers
Haunting, obsessive and just a little nutty, like a freshly-made praline
So wise, so atmospheric, so beautifully written