“Though I knew he was going to study his notes, he also looked tired. His leg was paining him after the long walk. He was also, I believed, more upset by the encounter with Evangeline Barry and her husband than he let on. I was more convinced than ever that she had hurt him. Whether she had ever returned Alistair’s feeling at all was a mystery. But she was married, and so it was impossible. I could only feel terribly for Alistair, and hope he could someday find some more worthy object and move o...n. Matthew had gone to our small private room and shut the door, likely to repair the sound-recording machine as he had promised. Tired myself, and not wanting to venture out of the inn, particularly alone, I picked up the only book I could find—one of Alistair’s books on ghosts—and began to read. Alistair’s writing style mimicked his personality: vivid, smooth, interesting, and fun. The book was filled with story after story of English hauntings, told in great detail, complete with interviews with survivors and witnesses, histories of the houses and the ghosts seen, diagrams of some of the interiors with locations of sightings marked with an inked X, and many photographs from the very camera I had learned to use.MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: