The Good House: A NovelSimon and Schuster, 02.09.2003 - 496 Seiten *From the author of The Reformatory—A New York Times Notable Book of 2023* Award-winning author Tananarive Due's critically acclaimed story of supernatural suspense, as a woman searches for the inherited power that can save her hometown from evil forces. The home that belonged to Angela Toussaint's late grandmother is so beloved that the townspeople in Sacajawea, Washington call it the Good House. But that all changes one summer when an unexpected tragedy takes place behind its closed doors, and the Toussaint's family history—and future—is dramatically transformed. Angela has not returned to the Good House since her son, Corey, died there two years ago. But now, Angela is finally ready to return to her hometown and go beyond the grave to unearth the truth about Corey's death. Could it be related to a terrifying entity Angela's grandmother battled seven decades ago? And what about the other senseless calamities that Sacajawea has seen in recent years? Has Angela's grandmother, an African American woman reputed to have "powers," put a curse on the entire community? A thrilling exploration of secrets, lies, and divine inspiration, The Good House will haunt readers long after its chilling conclusion. |
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... Art a cornball like they all did, and she'd never imagined birthing Art's freckled six-year-old son, who was at her side. The boy's hair was an orange nest, reminiscent of Liza's, and he fidgeted as if his skin made him itch. All three ...
... Art a cornball like they all did, and she'd never imagined birthing Art's freckled six-year-old son, who was at her side. The boy's hair was an orange nest, reminiscent of Liza's, and he fidgeted as if his skin made him itch. All three ...
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... Art's much-whispered Big Bucks from his law practice in Longview. Angela heard rivalry in her friend's voice. All ... Art quietly owned a million dollars in real estate throughout western Washington. Art and Liza never talked about how ...
... Art's much-whispered Big Bucks from his law practice in Longview. Angela heard rivalry in her friend's voice. All ... Art quietly owned a million dollars in real estate throughout western Washington. Art and Liza never talked about how ...
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... Art said, hoisting his son onto his back with a grunt. “I never heard that. I always figured it was something to do with Mrs. T'saint and her teas.” “Oh, no, it's much more than that,” Laney said, as if their ignorance distressed her ...
... Art said, hoisting his son onto his back with a grunt. “I never heard that. I always figured it was something to do with Mrs. T'saint and her teas.” “Oh, no, it's much more than that,” Laney said, as if their ignorance distressed her ...
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... Art Brunell's voice thundered from the living room. “Mark my words, folks: The first thing I'm gonna do when I'm elected mayor is set up restrictions so we don't have any more of these deadbeat yokels moving back into town!” Everyone ...
... Art Brunell's voice thundered from the living room. “Mark my words, folks: The first thing I'm gonna do when I'm elected mayor is set up restrictions so we don't have any more of these deadbeat yokels moving back into town!” Everyone ...
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