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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... Don't let pride—” Marie had never once wanted to hit John in the three years since she had allowed him to move into ... Don't expect to draw your water there day after day,” John said, his face so pained that he seemed to blurt the words ...
... Don't let pride—” Marie had never once wanted to hit John in the three years since she had allowed him to move into ... Don't expect to draw your water there day after day,” John said, his face so pained that he seemed to blurt the words ...
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... don't know if I have it in me to sit through another one of our bad talks. I really don't.” “I know,” Tariq said, blinking. “Let's do better this time then, Snook. I've . . .” But his voice trailed off. Angela heard quick-paced ...
... don't know if I have it in me to sit through another one of our bad talks. I really don't.” “I know,” Tariq said, blinking. “Let's do better this time then, Snook. I've . . .” But his voice trailed off. Angela heard quick-paced ...
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... don't want that blasting when people get here. I'm about to put on some jazz.” “Oh, you afraid we're gonna sound too ghetto? It's just Will. It ain't like I've got on nothin' hard-core.” Corey was purposely butchering his grammar, an ...
... don't want that blasting when people get here. I'm about to put on some jazz.” “Oh, you afraid we're gonna sound too ghetto? It's just Will. It ain't like I've got on nothin' hard-core.” Corey was purposely butchering his grammar, an ...
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... don't have to throw a fit. It's not like you've never seen a nice house,” Liza said, as if her son's outburst cast doubt on Art's much-whispered Big Bucks from his law practice in Longview. Angela heard rivalry in her friend's voice ...
... don't have to throw a fit. It's not like you've never seen a nice house,” Liza said, as if her son's outburst cast doubt on Art's much-whispered Big Bucks from his law practice in Longview. Angela heard rivalry in her friend's voice ...
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... Don't get your hopes up, but we're trying.” “Cool. Guess we all make mistakes, huh? Some small and some big.” Corey's eyes were unusually solemn and wistful now. He pressed his hand to his abdomen, like a pregnant woman feeling her baby ...
... Don't get your hopes up, but we're trying.” “Cool. Guess we all make mistakes, huh? Some small and some big.” Corey's eyes were unusually solemn and wistful now. He pressed his hand to his abdomen, like a pregnant woman feeling her baby ...
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