The Good House: A Novel*From the author of The Reformatory—A New York Times Notable Book of 2023* Award-winning author Tananarive Due's critically acclaimed story of supernatural suspense, as a woman searches for the inherited power that can save her hometown from evil forces. The home that belonged to Angela Toussaint's late grandmother is so beloved that the townspeople in Sacajawea, Washington call it the Good House. But that all changes one summer when an unexpected tragedy takes place behind its closed doors, and the Toussaint's family history—and future—is dramatically transformed. Angela has not returned to the Good House since her son, Corey, died there two years ago. But now, Angela is finally ready to return to her hometown and go beyond the grave to unearth the truth about Corey's death. Could it be related to a terrifying entity Angela's grandmother battled seven decades ago? And what about the other senseless calamities that Sacajawea has seen in recent years? Has Angela's grandmother, an African American woman reputed to have "powers," put a curse on the entire community? A thrilling exploration of secrets, lies, and divine inspiration, The Good House will haunt readers long after its chilling conclusion. |
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... Angie,” Marlene said as Angela jangled through the automatic door with her ice. “That party at the Good House will be the talk of the town. Folks'll be glad to see you.” “If I hadn't done it, Gramma Marie's ghost would have whipped my ...
... Angie,” Marlene said as Angela jangled through the automatic door with her ice. “That party at the Good House will be the talk of the town. Folks'll be glad to see you.” “If I hadn't done it, Gramma Marie's ghost would have whipped my ...
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... Angie? Hope life's as good for you as it is for me.” His green eyes shone through his wire-rimmed eyeglasses with the same zeal and ardent kindness Angela remembered from high school. It was hard not to like Art, even though, like most ...
... Angie? Hope life's as good for you as it is for me.” His green eyes shone through his wire-rimmed eyeglasses with the same zeal and ardent kindness Angela remembered from high school. It was hard not to like Art, even though, like most ...
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... Angie.” “Don't say hell, Dad,” Glenn said, teasing. “Stop that, Glenn,” Liza snapped. “I've told you, repeating it's not funny.” Angela recognized the quick look that passed between father and son, because she had seen that look ...
... Angie.” “Don't say hell, Dad,” Glenn said, teasing. “Stop that, Glenn,” Liza snapped. “I've told you, repeating it's not funny.” Angela recognized the quick look that passed between father and son, because she had seen that look ...
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... Angie,” he said, pale as milk. “Don't go down there.” But by now, Angela was screaming. She writhed against Rob Graybold until she squeezed herself past him, and her struggle brought both of them stumbling down the cellar stairs, off ...
... Angie,” he said, pale as milk. “Don't go down there.” But by now, Angela was screaming. She writhed against Rob Graybold until she squeezed herself past him, and her struggle brought both of them stumbling down the cellar stairs, off ...
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