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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... remember that because of the way it would end. That's what everyone would talk about later. The way it ended. Angela didn't want to have a party that day. Maybe it was the lawyer in her, but she was too much of a stickler to enjoy ...
... remember that because of the way it would end. That's what everyone would talk about later. The way it ended. Angela didn't want to have a party that day. Maybe it was the lawyer in her, but she was too much of a stickler to enjoy ...
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... remember seeing Tariq's eyes this soft. “My fault, babe. I should've knocked. That's on me.” He kissed the top of her head, massaging her damp, short-cropped hair with one hand. Apology accepted, she thought. But were they going to ...
... remember seeing Tariq's eyes this soft. “My fault, babe. I should've knocked. That's on me.” He kissed the top of her head, massaging her damp, short-cropped hair with one hand. Apology accepted, she thought. But were they going to ...
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... remembering how she'd hated that scarred piano once, not merely because of Gramma Marie's mandatory one-hour daily practice sessions—Angela could play decent blues and gospel piano to this day for no other reason than her grandmother's ...
... remembering how she'd hated that scarred piano once, not merely because of Gramma Marie's mandatory one-hour daily practice sessions—Angela could play decent blues and gospel piano to this day for no other reason than her grandmother's ...
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... remember the ice?” Shit. She'd forgotten. Their freezer's ice machine was too slow for a party. “You want me to go?” Tariq called again, guessing at her silence, and Angela felt herself relax. His mood must not have changed that much ...
... remember the ice?” Shit. She'd forgotten. Their freezer's ice machine was too slow for a party. “You want me to go?” Tariq called again, guessing at her silence, and Angela felt herself relax. His mood must not have changed that much ...
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A Novel Tananarive Due. seemed to because Angela could best remember her grandmother's husky voice when she gazed at her preserved face: Adieu, cher. Outside, Angela could smell her past buried among the ferns and salal in the earthy ...
A Novel Tananarive Due. seemed to because Angela could best remember her grandmother's husky voice when she gazed at her preserved face: Adieu, cher. Outside, Angela could smell her past buried among the ferns and salal in the earthy ...
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