Showing posts with label ghost story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ghost story. Show all posts

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

YA from My Youth - Michael Fishwick

Today I'm posting one of two posts that will be my last for awhile. I'm pleased to welcome Michael Fishwick, author of The White Hare onto the blog, to talk about the Young Adult books he read during his teenage years. 
I very vividly remember being given my first book.  We were on holiday in a rather dark hotel on the Isle of Man, and I went into my parents’ room to find, on their dark blue counterpane, the bright red Armada cover of Richmal Crompton’s William the Cannibal;  I adored the William books, and so did my children, listening to Martin Jarvis’s glorious rendition on the car audio. 
I had always been an avid reader; one of my parent’s letters describes me, aged three. marching up to people, book in hand, and plonking it down on their knee and demanding that they read to me.  I was very ill as a child, and reading was a way of escape; I spent a lot of time in bed.  So, later, my habit became to go to bed with a book and a bowl of crisps and a glass of milk and read and read.  Worzel Gummidge was a favourite, as the loveable scarecrow careened about the countryside turning up in the most unexpected places. 
 The Moomins, too; I was spellbound by Comet in Moominland, and was completely in love with Snufkin, that wandering loner, whom I just wanted to be (though I couldn’t play the mouth organ). 
 Often my recollections of discovering authors are very vivid, emotional, almost physical.  When I discovered C.S.Lewis  it was odd.  I had been read The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe in class when I was about eight, and didn’t really take to it.  I didn’t like the idea of a Christian analogy, it didn’t seem very creative to me.  But when a few years later I read Prince Caspian I almost fell into a swoon; there is such richness in the books, at every level, and I’m still besotted with them (and their author, who was such a brilliant literary critic, among other things).  
Then there was Swallows and Amazons, which when I read them to my boys (I have three sons, all of whom I read to until they were about eleven) I still got swept away in the adventure.  
Another moment of great, almost physical, joy was Molesworth, whom I found in the school bookshop when I was about fourteen; once I worked out what was going on with the language I was completely hooked.  More mysterious was John Masefield’s The Midnight Folk, and the mesmerising world of young Kay Harker and the governess and Sister Pouncer (one and the same of course) and Nibbins the cat and the lost treasure; that book is complete genius, as Masefield weave real life and fantasy and dream into an intoxicating, ever surprising world.
  That’s the kind of book I loved  best, and I found it, too, in Alan Garner (especially what is surely one of the  great YA books of all time, The Owl Service), but also in a book very few people read (and the one my children just didn’t go for, but which I loved), Rudyard Kipling’s Puck of Pook’s Hill. 
  Puck appears to the children as they rehearse A Midsummer Night’s Dream in Three Cows Field.  When they express surprise, he says that if they want to rehearse Midsummer Night’s Dream three times over, ON Midsummer Night’s Eve, IN a fairy ring, under one of his oldest hills in Old England, what did they expect?  ‘My friends used to set my dish o’cream for me when Stonehenge was new.’   He introduces them to the old Smith of the Gods, Weland;  then, later, they come down to the stream on a summer morning to see a great grey horse reflected in the smooth water, with its rider a Norman knight, one of those who occupied the manor at Pevensey, chatting amiably with Puck.  And later we meet the redoubtable Parnesius, a Centurion of the Seventh Cohort of the Thirtieth Legion - the Ulpia Victrix - with his tales of life on the Wall (Hadrian’s, of course), before the Winged Hats came. At the end Puck says: ‘Weland gave the Sword, the Sword gave the Treasure, and the Treasure gave the Law. It's as natural as an oak growing.’  I think I always loved my fantasy to be accessible; I don’t suppose I’m the only person desperate at a young age to find a new door into Narnia.
Summary
A lost boy. A dead girl, and one who is left behind.
Robbie doesn't want anything more to do with death, but life in a village full of whispers and secrets can't make things the way they were.
When the white hare appears, magical and fleet in the silvery moonlight, she leads them all into a legend, a chase, a hunt. But who is the hunter and who the hunted?
In The White Hare, Michael Fishwick deftly mingles a coming-of-age story with mystery, myth and summer hauntings.

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Tuesday, 4 October 2016

Through The Mirror Door by Sarah Baker

"That was your last chance." 
I stared at the worn carpet till my eyes blurred.
"You brought this all on yourself, you know." 
I looked up. "So?" I mumbled. 

Published by Catnip Publishing in July 2016
Pages - 297

Summary
Since the accident, Angela has been alone. When she is invited on holiday with her cousins, it is her chance to be part of a family again if she promises to behave herself. But secrets lie in the walls of the crumbling French holiday home and the forbidden rooms draw Angela in. Soon night-time footsteps, flickering candlelight and shadows in windows lead her to a boy who needs her help. To save him Angela must discover the truth about what happened in the house all those years ago . . . and face the terrible secret of her own past.
*****
I've been really excited about this book since I first heard about it. Not only is the story intriguing, but it is also written by one of my lovely Book Bounder friends, Sarah Baker. I am so pleased to see another one of my friends published and well deserved too. I always worry about reviewing books by people I know, but I really shouldn't have worried. 
The story is set in France in an old, enchanting house. Angela has been whipped out of the children's home, where she has lived since her parent's passed away, by her Aunt Cece, who claims to want to give her a fresh start. 
Aunt Cece is far from nice to Angela and you can't help but wonder what her real motive is.  The rest of the family treat Angela rather cruelly too and Angela seeks solace in the forbidden part of the house, where she finds Julien, a kindred spirit. 
The friendship between Julien and Angela is beautiful.They quickly learn to trust each other and both grow in strength from their bond. 
The book is magical right from the start. Bringing back to life a classical style similar to Tom's Midnight Garden, you lose yourself in the detailed descriptions that beautifully enhance the reading experience. Yes, it is a ghost story, but it warms your heart rather than scares you witless. It makes you want to read all the classical tales from your childhood again. 
If you're a fan of Emma Carroll, then you really will enjoy this book too. Sarah is definitely a debut to keep watching out for. I can't wait for more adventures with Angela soon. 

Thursday, 29 September 2016

Haunt Me by Liz Kessler

"What the hell-" 
A sound like gunshot pierces my dream and I'm bolt upright, shaking, wide awake. 
I look down my body. I seem to be intact. No blood. 
Published by Orion Children's Books in October 2016
Pages - 400
Summary
Joe wakes up from a deep sleep to see his family leave in a removals van. Where they've gone, he has no idea. Erin moves house and instantly feels at home in her new room. Even if it appears she isn't the only one living in it. Bit by bit, Erin and Joe discover that they have somehow found a way across the ultimate divide - life and death. Bound by their backgrounds, a love of poetry and their growing feelings for each other, they are determined to find a way to be together.
Joe's brother, Olly, never cared much for poetry. He was always too busy being king of the school - but that all changed when Joe died. And when an encounter in the school corridor brings him face to face with Erin, he realises how different things really are - including the kind of girl he falls for.
Two brothers. Two choices. Will Erin's decision destroy her completely, or can she save herself before she is lost forever?
*****
Firstly I have to say Liz is a friend of mine. However I try really hard not to let that affect my reviews of her books and she always requests that I'm honest. So here goes. 
My honest opinion is that that is the best book she has ever written. I don't know how she can top this one. I'm not sure if it's because I love ghost stories, in fact I love anything involving ghosts and I'm convinced there is more to the spiritual world than we truly see, but this book really grabbed me. 

It's like a revival of the early YA books, such as Evermore, Unearthly, I Heart You, You Haunt Me and A Certain Slant of Light, which were the books that made me want to read YA in the first place. In fact it made me realise  that I've lost my direction with YA, as I've moved into reading so many more contemporary when really fantasy and paranormal are my first genre loves. 

The book is told from three points of view. Erin, a troubled teen hoping for a new start. Jo, who doesn't realise he is dead to begin with and hides a dark secret and Olly, his brother who still struggles with Jo's death. I love how the plot unfolds and brings these characters together. 
At the plot moved forward, I was convinced that someone would end up with a broken heart. Once the relationship between Jo and Erin is established and Olly turns up, the story really picks up in pace and I found myself whizzing through the pages. 
If you think this book is just a paranormal love story, then you would be wrong. It deals with some very gritty and realistic subjects that affect many teenagers of today. From bullying to self harming and drug taking to bereavement, the book really takes you on an emotional rollercoaster. 
If you loved Ghost or Truly, Madly, Deeply, you will fall in love with this book too. I'm really hoping that with the release of this book, it means that paranormal YA is making a comeback. 

Thursday, 20 November 2014

The Moment Collector by Jodi Lynn Anderson

A key is buried under the front stairs of 208 Water Street. Scorched on one side, was it in a fire? Who lost it, and when?
From me, it’s a clue, a piece of the past. Because the yard of this house is a graveyards of moments, and everything left behind is a reminder: sand paper, a bracelet, a love note, some letter, a match, a movie stub, a postcard.
Published by Orchard Books in August 2014
Pages - 256
Summary
There's a ghost haunting 208 Water Street. She doesn't know who she was, or why she's still here. She does know that she is drawn to Maggie, the new girl in town, and her friends - beautiful, carefree Pauline and Liam, the boy who loves her.
But the ghost isn't all that's lurking in Gill Creek... Someone is killing young girls all across the county. Can the ghost keep these three friends safe? Or does she have another purpose?
*****
Although I enjoyed this story, I found myself confused about it for nearly three quarters of the book. It wasn’t until I reached the end, that I truly understood what was going on.  From the first few pages, we know a killer is on the loose in the little town, but we never ever find out who it is. It felt as though a certain aspect of the story was set up in the beginning but unfortunately not carried through to the end.  I couldn’t see the point of making such a big deal about the murders if they weren’t integral to the plot.
Out of all the characters in the book, Maggie was definitely my favourite. She was a bright young thing, who worked hard at her studies and did all she could to make her parent’s lives easier.  On arriving in town, she was soon befriended by Pauline, who annoyed the hell out of me. Pauline came across as flighty and immature. I felt that she used Maggie when ever she felt she needed a friend. It was pretty obvious from the start that Pauline would always win every outcome.
This story is told mainly in third person, apart from the sections where the spirit speaks in first person. Now I’m a big fan of using  a mixture of narrative points of view in one novel but I will be honest, I struggled with it in this book until the very end. By the time I reached the conclusion,  it finally dawned on me why it had been written in this way and completely made sense; however I felt that was a bit too late to appease my annoyance throughout the rest of the book. 
The ending was the saviour of this story. However I was quite shocked to discover the true identity of the ghost in the last chapter. This was an OK read with a really strong ending. If you enjoyed  A Certain Slant of Light, you would probably enjoy this one too.

Tuesday, 8 October 2013

Frost Hollow Hall by Emma Carroll

I was proper fed up with waiting. I’d been on look-out now for two whole hours and there was still no sign of Pa. At every noise my spirits rose, only to be dashed as a I glanced at the clock.
Published by Faber and Faber in October 2013
Pages - 359
Goodreads Summary
Tilly's heart sinks. Will's at the door of their cottage, daring her to come ice-skating up at Frost Hollow Hall. No one goes near the place these days. Rumour has it that the house is haunted . . . Ten years ago the young heir, Kit Barrington, drowned there in the lake. But Tilly never turns down a dare.
Then it goes horribly wrong. The ice breaks, Tilly falls through and almost drowns. At the point of death, a beautiful angel appears in the water and saves her. Kit Barrington's ghost.
Kit needs Tilly to solve the mystery of his death, so that his spirit can rest in peace. In order to discover all she can, Tilly gets work as a maid at Frost Hollow Hall. But the place makes her flesh crawl. It's all about the dead here, she's told, and in the heart of the house she soon discovers all manner of dark secrets . . .
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It’s so lovely to read a book that can transport you back to childhood. Frost Hollow Hall is one of those book as it reminded me of the books that kept me company as a child, such as Tom’s Midnight Garden and The Children of Green Knowe. It has a real classic feel to it, that you don’t often find in children’s books these days.
Tilly Higgins is a really headstrong girl who stands up for herself and doesn’t let anyone walk over her. After nearly drowning in the frozen lake of Frost Hollow Hall she discovers that she has made a connection with the ghost of Kit Barrington and she must help him to put things right. The connection between them is an interesting plot point within the story.
I loved the inclusion of séances which were all the rage during that time period. The author highlights how many people desperately believed in these while others were more sceptical.
Under the main plot, there is a romantic subplot weaving through the story as Will shows his true feelings for Tilly. I found that rather sweet, as Will had a bit of a reputation with the girls.
The chapters are interspersed with shorter snippets of Tilly’s dreams where you see her in contact with Kit, which gives you a clearer picture of why he is communicating with her.
You can’t review this book without mentioning the gorgeous cover, which has a real Christmas feel to it.
A beautiful debut, that touches on the classics of childhoods gone by.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Dolly by Susan Hill

Published in October 2012 by Profile Books
Pages - 153
Book borrowed from the library.
An autumn night and the fens stretch for miles, open and still. It is dark, until the full moon slides from behind a cloud and over the huddle of grey stone which is Iyot Lock. The hamlet straddles a cross roads between flat field , with its squat church on the east side, hard by Iyot House and the graveyard in between.
Goodreads Summary
The remoter parts of the English Fens are forlorn, lost and damp even in the height of summer. At Iyot Lock, a large decaying house, two young cousins, Leonora and Edward are parked for the summer with their ageing spinster aunt and her cruel housekeeper. At first the unpleasantness and petty meannesses appear simply spiteful, calculated to destroy Edward's equanimity. But when spoilt Leonora is not given the birthday present of a specific dolly that she wants, affairs inexorably take a much darker turn with terrifying, life destroying, consequences for everyone.
*******
I had such high expectations from this book as I love the way Susan Hill makes my nerves rattle in fright. The language and descriptions are always so atmospheric; you literally have to clear the darkening fog that settles  over you while you read with your trembling fingers. Normally I can guarantee that her words will scare me, but unfortunately Dolly didn’t frighten me one little bit.
I think my biggest problem with this book was the lack of explanation. We are in the presence of a seriously spooky doll that has been ill-treated, yet we never discover why this doll became the horror it did, we are left only to assume what brought this terror to life. Dolls don’t normally come to life when thrown out of prams, so what was so special about this one?
The scene setting cannot be faulted. Susan Hill knows how to bring eeriness and horror to life. Her characters are well thought out and believable. The story jumps backwards and forwards in time from when Edward and Leonora were very young to the present day, so you get a clear indication of their character development.  In this book, Leonora is the child from hell and doesn’t diffuse any of her evilness in  adult hood. Her actions are embedded in her selfish, spoilt nature brought on by a mother who doesn’t really care. The main character Edward is a well behaved boy who accepts whatever life throws at him - he was orphaned at a very young age and has learnt to live in harmony with gratitude. As an adult he is a rather sweet and generous character,  happy to do the right thing. 
Unfortunately there was something very similar about this book to her previous novellas. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but as I said on previous reviews of her books there is a feeling of writing to formula.
Having said that I do think she is a very talented writer who knows how to grip a reader with her gothic style atmospheric settings.

Monday, 17 September 2012

The Man In The Picture by Susan Hill

Published in 2007 by Profile Books
This book was lent to my while on holiday. 

The story was told to me by my old tutor, Theo Parmitter, as we sat beside the fire in his college rooms one bitterly cold January night. There were still real fires in those days the coals brought up by the servant in huge brass scuttles. 
Goodreads Summary
In the apartment of Oliver's old professor at Cambridge, there is a painting on the wall, a mysterious depiction of masked revelers at the Venice carnival. On this cold winter's night, the old professor has decided to reveal the painting's eerie secret. The dark art of the Venetian scene, instead of imitating life, has the power to entrap it. To stare into the painting is to play dangerously with the unseen demons it hides, and become the victim of its macabre beauty. 
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I can't deny that Susan Hill really knows how to write a ghost story. This book was bristling with spine tingling atmosphere and tension. You find yourself wishing you could read it while curled up on a sofa, dim light flickering in the back ground, half listening to the lashing rain against your window. It probably wasn't the best book to read in really hot temperatures beside the pool, but I did find myself instantly transported. 
However while reading this book, I couldn't help but feel the author was cashing in on a tried and tested formula that had worked so well for her with her previous novel 'The Woman in Black'. I couldn't help but feel I knew the way the story was going. Though on reaching the end, the author pulled the rabbit out of the hat as I sat dumbfounded by the turn of events that occurred. I really wasn't expecting it to end the way it did, so in spite of my feelings of deja vu to begin with, the author regained her ghostly superiority in my eyes. It felt like a new twist to Oscar Wilde's novel - A Picture of Dorian Grey. 
Sometimes it is very easy to imagine that Susan Hill is an author from another era. She can conjure up tales similar to the elite classics of the past with such ease, I am convinced she has stepped back into the past. Her stories are often short and to the point, making you aware that she hasn't wasted a single word; each carefully thought out in order to create a chilling tale. 
This book can easily be read in one setting, but enter at your own peril. Be prepared to leave the last page with a chill down your spine and a quick peek over your shoulders, just to make sure you are alone!

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

A True Ghost Story by R.S Russell


To celebrate the paperback publication of Dead Rules, I am pleased to have the author, Randy Russell on the blog to tell us a true ghost story! 
True Story of a Ghost Cricket. No kidding . B y R.S. Russell, Author of DEAD RULES

After a book signing in Burlington, North Carolina, a local resident shared a personal ghost encounter with me that involved a message from a recently deceased family member. Visits from family members recently passed, I have found, are the most common real ghost encounters people experience.

I spoke at the event about the ways people experience ghosts and talked about the number of times people have told me they dreamt a ghost of a recently-passed loved one who, in the dream, tells them where something (often money) is hidden.

When they get up the next day, they look in this dream-revealed location and that something (again, often money) is found. Apparently, it troubles people to no end when they die and forgot to tell a loved one where to find the rainy-day cash that was squirrelled away. Because I have heard multiple explicit examples of this type of ghost visit, I advise people when they do see a ghost to be sure to ask it where the money is.

Up popped a hand from the seats in Burlington, followed by the woman's story of a ghost who recently appeared in her life.

She had been staying in her father's house through the last days of his final illness. A cricket sounded (well, the sound of a cricket) following his death. It wouldn’t shut up, she said. The dutiful daughter tracked the cricket chirps all through the house over a period of three days. Finally, she isolated the sound of the cricket to her father's bedroom.

After moving about the room, checking the closet, peering under the bed and behind various furnishings, she fixed the location of the cricket chirping being inside her father’s dresser. Once she approached the dresser, the cricket goes silent. She opened and closed each dresser drawer in sequence. When she opened the fourth drawer, the cricket sang out again.

She removed the socks and underwear from the drawer. No cricket. But when she closed the empty drawer, the cricket started up again. So she removed the drawer itself and set it on the bed next to the items of clothing.

The empty drawer started chirping. Frustrated and thinking she might be going crazy, the lady finally turned the drawer upside down. And there the cricket was. She reached for it and it jumped away.

"I saw it, then it just left," she told me. "It simply wasn't there any longer."

But something else was.

A cardstock business-size envelope had been taped to the bottom of the drawer. Inside, the woman discovered a large number of hundred-dollar bills.

Over the course of several weeks, no other cash was found while clearing out her father's estate. And the cricket was never heard chirping inside the house again.

This ghost encounter is special to me be it involves a ghost that was heard (not seen), because the message was not simply one of comfort, and because a living animal was used by the ghost as a messenger. When someone you know well dies, be sure to be kind to the animals that cross your path. They may have a message for you.
A brilliant post and very thought provoking. Thank you Randy!

Quercus have been  very generous and offered two copies of Dead Rules for a giveaway. All you have to do in order to be in with a chance of winning a copy is to tell us a ghostly experience you have had or one that you have heard about. Please leave you ghostly tales in the comments and two winners will be picked at random on the 18th of April. 
To find out about Randy Russell: 
Read extract here: http://extracts.quercusbooks.co.uk/dead-rules/#/14/
Randy’s blog: http://www.ghostfolk.com/
Twitter: Randy__Russell
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/randywrites

Monday, 26 March 2012

The Woman in Black by Susan Hill

Pages - 160
Published by Vintage in 1998 - first published in the UK in 1983

It was nine-thirty on Christma Eve. As I crossed the long entrance hall of Monk's Piece on my way from the dining room, where we had just enjoyed the first of the happy, festive meals, towards the drawing room and the fire around which my family were now assembled, I paused and then as I often do in the course of an evening, went to the front door, opened it and stepped outside.


Goodreads Summary
What real reader does not yearn, somewhere in the recesses of his or her heart, for a really literate, first-class thriller: one that chills the body with foreboding of dark deeds to come, but warms the soul with perceptions and language at once astute and vivid? In other words, a ghost story by Jane Austen.
Austen we cannot, alas, give you, but Susan Hill's remarkable Woman In Black comes as close as the late twentieth century is likely to provide. Set on the obligatory English moor, on an isolated causeway, the story's hero is Arthur Kipps, an up-and-coming young solicitor who has come north to attend the funeral and settle the estate of Mrs. Alice Drablow of Eel Marsh House. The routine formalities he anticipates give way to a tumble of events and secrets more sinister and terrifying than any nightmare: the rocking chair in the nursery of the deserted Eel Marsh House, the eerie sound of pony and trap, a child's scream in the fog, and, most dreadfully, and for Kipps most tragically, the woman in black.
The Woman In Black is both a brilliant exercise in atmosphere and controlled horror and a delicious spine-tingler-proof positive that that neglected genre, the ghost story, isn't dead after all.
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Finally I got to read the book that everyone is always talking about. With the film now scaring millions around the world at the cinema, I thought it was about time I saw what all the fuss was about. Straightaway this book was everything I would have expected a Victorian ghost story to be like. 
The book is only a short book but it is dripping with atmosphere. It is the type of book that plays with your mind; the details of the ghostly sightings are reserved yet leave you feeling cold as your mind begins to digest the details you have read. A lot of the horror is left to the imagination, and I felt  that showed how exceptionally skillful the author's writing is. 
I can see why this book is used as a study aid, as it really is a leader in the ghostly market of tales. As I read the story, I could imagine how each scene was  acted out on the big screen as the writing is extremely descriptive.  You could feel the fear that overcame Arthur, as he tried to deal with the situation. The heightened awareness of the little dog really added to the drama of the book. I didn't like Arthur to begin with, he appeared foolish and full of himself, but he was soon brought to his knees by the unseen. I don't think I have seen a character crumble so quickly in times of adversity, yet again heightening the effects of the ghost in the book. Unfortunately for Arthur, he had to grow up very quickly. 
If I am honest, I did find the beginning a little too wordy for my liking. I was desperate to get on with the ghost story and I found it dragged a little as the story was set up; a little long winded for my liking but very  typical of  classic tales I have read before. I felt it had been written in the same style as tales by Henry James and Charles Dickens, which I imagine was the whole point in writing the book in the first place; to see if an equivalent could be written in modern times. 
Apart from the slow start, I enjoyed reading this book and I now look forward to seeing the film version. This really was a rather frightening little book.