I can’t sleep. I have no idea why. TV’s not cutting it. Online seems like too much work. I pick up an ice cold grave.
My first mistake.
2:30 am rolls around as I turn the last page and set the book on the bedside table. I sigh. Incredible story but I just know I’m going to dream of dead people all night.
And I do.
I didn’t realize this was a different series than the Sookie Stackhouse series. I didn’t even know Charlaine Harris wrote another series. Although she almost writes like a different author in this series- yet still retains so much of the southern charm for which she's famous.
Harper Connelly can find the dead. She apparently has been doing it for two previous books. Who knew?
I normally detest starting a series in the middle- but this book doesn’t really make you feel as though you are. Harper shares her history in such a way that you feel all caught up but not in that telly-telly way most books do. As though the author lets out a big sigh before they write the passage and monotonily recite the character’s history. Joe lived a long-time in this town, blah, blah, blah.
Psychic Harper travels from town to town finding the dead. Or telling the living how the dead died. Her sort of step-brother travels with her- helping her navigate her way. Generally looking after her.
In Doraville, N.C., eight boys have runaway or so the town believes. Harper is called to town by the grandmother of one of the missing boys and a very skeptical Sheriff Sandra Rockwell. After Harper locates the bodies, she’s attacked by a mysterious figure. Injured so badly she can’t leave town, Harper becomes the fixation of the local serial killer.
Part science fiction- part horror-part mystery this book has a little something for everyone.