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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... believe it, as if they considered this house their town's temple, a place to whisper their wishes. A place to make things right after they'd gone wrong. “I want a family again,” Angela whispered to the house and the forest that embraced ...
... believe it, as if they considered this house their town's temple, a place to whisper their wishes. A place to make things right after they'd gone wrong. “I want a family again,” Angela whispered to the house and the forest that embraced ...
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... can get dragging him here every summer. But I'm afraid not to, with all the nonsense waiting for him in the city. Gangs, drugs, guns, all that. It's unbelievable.” “Oh, I believe it,” Marlene said with a knowing look. The Good House.
... can get dragging him here every summer. But I'm afraid not to, with all the nonsense waiting for him in the city. Gangs, drugs, guns, all that. It's unbelievable.” “Oh, I believe it,” Marlene said with a knowing look. The Good House.
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A Novel Tananarive Due. “Oh, I believe it,” Marlene said with a knowing look. “Your poor grandmother had such a time with you. But you were a breeze compared to Dominique. Now, she was a handful at Corey's age, believe me.” Angela had ...
A Novel Tananarive Due. “Oh, I believe it,” Marlene said with a knowing look. “Your poor grandmother had such a time with you. But you were a breeze compared to Dominique. Now, she was a handful at Corey's age, believe me.” Angela had ...
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... believe me, it was worth the trouble. How you doin', 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 ...
... believe me, it was worth the trouble. How you doin', 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 ...
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... believe my eyes. I said he should come to the party and surprise you.” “That's the only reason I didn't call sooner,” Myles said, his gaze deepening. “I wanted to see this look on your face. Liza nabbed me my first day back in town ...
... believe my eyes. I said he should come to the party and surprise you.” “That's the only reason I didn't call sooner,” Myles said, his gaze deepening. “I wanted to see this look on your face. Liza nabbed me my first day back in town ...
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