In a quest for a simpler life, Helen and Nate abandon the comforts of suburbia and their teaching jobs to take up residence on forty-four acres of rural land where they will begin the ultimate, aspirational do-it-yourself project: building the house of their dreams. When they discover that this charming property has a dark and violent past, Helen, a former history teacher, becomes consumed by the legend of Hattie Breckenridge, a woman who lived and died there a century ago. As Helen starts carefully sourcing decorative building materials for her home--wooden beams, mantles, historic bricks--she starts to unearth, and literally conjure, the tragic lives of Hattie's descendants, three generations of "Breckenridge women," each of whom died amidst suspicion, and who seem to still be seeking something precious and elusive in the present day.
You could say that this is one book that I was looking forward to reading. Yet, I did not experience any chills or hair raising moments that kept me up at night. This was disappointing to say the least. This is the second book I have read from this author and the first one was a five star read for me. So, I know that Ms. McMahon can write.
The beginning of the story was good. I was feeling it but then this feeling dissipated fairly quickly. IF this story was meant to be a slow burn it was too slow. There was not much going on. In addition, it did not help that I found the characters uninteresting. It was easy to see where the storyline was going and how it would end. There was no surprise with the ending.
I hope that the next book is just as good as the prior one that I read. For me I am on the fence about the author. So, I will the next book before giving my verdict.