At
their first meeting:
I looked down.
His hand was on my arm. Something made my breath stop in my throat. I raised my
eyes to his.
And just like
that, something arced between us. My body flushed hot. His hand on me felt
almost familiar, as if he’d touched me before. His gaze darkened as he looked
at me, his grip flexed, and for just a second I felt a pull – so brief I
thought I’d imagined it – as if he were about to draw me to him. In that
second, I would have gone my body understanding before my mind could protest.
In
the early 1920’s Jillian is a student at Somerville College for Women at
Oxford. She is called to the village of Rothewell on the western coast of England
to identify the body of her deceased uncle Toby and deal with his personal effects.
Toby
was a renowned ghost hunter and was in Rothewell pursuing Walking John, a 17th
Century ghost, who has haunted the woods outside the village for almost three centuries. John Barrow had
been a smuggler who died in terrible circumstances. No villager will venture
into the woods at night.
Toby
was staying in Walking John’s home, Barrow House, a lonely stone building on
the edge of the woods at the time of his death. He died from
injuries suffered in a fall from the cliffs overlooking Blood Moon Bay.
Drew
comes to Barrow House to make inquiries about Toby. There are suspicions his
death was neither an accident nor suicide.
A fighter
pilot during WW I Drew was emotionally damaged during the war.
With
regard to ghosts Jillian approaches her first night alone at Barrow House with
conviction:
I did not believe in ghosts. Of
course I didn’t – no
sane person believed in ghosts.
I believed in
Oxford, and cobblestoned squares, and old bricks thick with ivy, and rainy days
curled up reading books. I believed in my mother’s strong coffee and in the
lonely, aching scent of early dawn before anyone else in my boardinghouse was
awake. I believed in my favourite men’s cardigan and the way the wind felt on
the back of my neck. I believed in life as it lay before me, spinning out
slowly, day after day of warm springs and thurderstorms and laughter. These
were the things I believed in.
Curious
about Toby’s ghost hunting instruments she experiments with them especially the
galvanscope which measures “the electric current generated by an object’s
magnetic field”.
As
a storm rages outside the house she is reading Toby’s journal when a crash
causes her to jump. The fire wavers, lamps go out and there is another crash.
Finding a shutter loose she goes outside. While attaching the shutter she
“turned to see the garden gate fly open as if thrown by an unseen hand”. She is
“overcome, in slick certainty, with sheer terror”. The shaken Jillian pulls her
bed away from the window. Her certainty there are no ghosts has been shattered.
The
intrepid Jillian assists the Inspector in his inquiries. There is a strong
element of a young woman heading into danger alone.
I
know my review reflects a prejudice with regard to romantic suspense and is
condescending in tone. In my next post I am going to reflect on those personal
issues.
I
expect readers who enjoy romantic suspense mysteries will enjoy the book. The
book is well written. Jillian is a striking character.
The cover is wonderfully designed combining photos to evoke the mood of the book(June 28/14)
The cover is wonderfully designed combining photos to evoke the mood of the book(June 28/14)
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An Inquiry into Love and Death is my 16th
and final read in the 7th Canadian Book Challenge which ends in half an hour. Shortly I will be summarizing my reading for the Challenge.