I just finished this book and am not entirely certain what I thought of it. I was fascinated by the description of the house and how the author dealt with the other house mates. What disturbed me was the the author herself and her relationship with the people in her life. Her husband is portrayed as a man who believes he is the smartest, wisest, and most superior being in the house and quite possibly the world (which might explain why no one every really befreinds them as a couple and not the ghostly activity as the author theorizes) and even though his wife is driven to the brink of spiritual and physical exhaustion and debilitation by the spirits in the house, he continues to belittle her and ignore her completely. He won’t sell the house, won’t hear any talk about anything he doesn’t believe in, and offers her absolutely no support what so ever. So she is reduced to feeling that she must be going insane and apologizes to him, even when he’s at fault. Her son treats her like an idiot as well. Her other friends offer what support they can in light of her pitiful marriage and egotistical husband…which can’t be much. So, basically this woman lives in this haunted house, terrified to sleep or even iron her own clothing because of the many ghosts and their actions.
I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe why all of this happened to her and is still happening, was a lesson to actually grow a backbone. No one treats a person the way her husband did and does if they respect and truly care for you. Maybe these spirits were there to teach her to stand up for herself and find her inner strength.
I’m torn now, part of me wants to go to her house and offer my sympathy to her for a live not lived and for always backing down and being terrified of the people that supposedly should care about her and the other part…wants to ring her door bell and tell her to put her big girl panties on and get a back bone!