In the Shadow of Spindrift House by Mira Grant

olives are never going to taste good to me. happily, i ended up coming around on a number of foods.

When i turned 30, i decided to reevaluate all the foods i had previously denounced as “from the devil,” reasoning that my officially adulted palate would have become refined enough to appreciate what made my baby taste buds recoil. i’m perfectly comfortable separating an author’s life from their work, since everyone’s pretty much terrible, and if his specific brand of horror had ever been appealing to me in any way, i’d simply shrug off his toxic opinions and focus on the oh-so spooky shivers within, and - more importantly, it wouldn’t prevent me from appreciating contemporary horror writers who continued in the lovecraftian tradition, many of whom lovecraft would have hated because of those toxic opinions. and not just because his horribly racist and misogynist views are a shameful blight on the reputation of my birth-state, little rhody. If you know me, you know i do not like lovecraft. i somehow missed the NUMEROUS tentacles writhing up from below. i saw “mira grant” and i saw a cover with a spoooky house. I first discovered this on the subterranean press site. To rip off the band-aid - i didn’t love this one. WARNING: this is more of a reader-response than incisive lit crit, in case the lady who huffed at my review of the last mira grant novella for not being informative enough hasn't gotten around to unfollowing me yet, despite announcing she was going to.

Because Spindrift House keeps its secrets for a reason, and it has no intention of letting them go. They have everything they need to solve the mystery.Įverything they need except for time. When Harlowe and her friends agree to investigate the mystery behind the manor, they do so on the assumption that they’ll be going down in history as the ones who determined who built Spindrift House-and why.

The stories and legends surrounding the decrepit property are countless and contradictory, but one thing is clear: there are people willing to pay a great deal to determine the legal ownership of the house. But “teen” is a limited time offer, and when her friends start looking for adult professions, it’s up to Harlowe to find them one last case so that they can go out in a blaze of glory. Shipped off to live with her paternal grandparents after a mysterious cult killed her mother and father, she has grown up chasing the question behind the curve, becoming part of a tight-knit teen detective agency. Nature remembers deviation nature does not forgive.įor Harlowe Upton-Jones, life has never been a straight line. The natural world is a place of curves and softened edges, of gentle mists and welcoming spirals.

In the Shadow of Spindrift House by Mira Grant