This is a classic novel, supposedly thrilling in the sense of the word. From what I gather it’s about a woman who babysits two very odd children.
The two kids (brother and sister) have been expelled from school for reasons unknown and have no one to care for them. Not really sure how the woman gets the job but she’s basically a live-in nanny.
Shortly after her “custody” the woman realizes that she can see ghosts. These ghosts are targeting the children and the woman feels it’s her duty to protect them.
This story is strange, but it’s not scary in the least. Maybe it was in it’s time, but certainly not now. I found it to be overly wordy. “I said to the man, because I felt like saying so, what a wonderful day it is, if I do say so myself, which I indeed did say to the man.” Maybe this is also a trait of classical writing? This is NOT an example from the book – I don’t dare pick that retched thing up again – it’s my personal example of “wordyness.”
I believe the point of the story is to ask the question “are ghosts for real?” If you already have an answer for that question then don’t waste your time with the book. If you have a curiosity in the subject matter and a passion for classics – this may be the book for you. I won’t dismiss it entirely, it really just wasn’t my style.
