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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... heard of such cases from Grandmère, but she had never seen one this pronounced with her own eyes. And then there was the smell. Maddie Booth stank. “Papa,” Marie said, mute except for that word. She stopped in her tracks. What name was ...
... heard of such cases from Grandmère, but she had never seen one this pronounced with her own eyes. And then there was the smell. Maddie Booth stank. “Papa,” Marie said, mute except for that word. She stopped in her tracks. What name was ...
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... heard him when he spoke, his low-pitched voice bouncing across the walls. He followed her as she took the wooden stairs two at a time. “Help me find the blankets. We'll need an armload. What if that were Dominique?” “What if it was ...
... heard him when he spoke, his low-pitched voice bouncing across the walls. He followed her as she took the wooden stairs two at a time. “Help me find the blankets. We'll need an armload. What if that were Dominique?” “What if it was ...
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... heard her gasp. He had. “What the hell's wrong with you? It's just me,” Tariq said, no longer sounding playful. That was the tone, understated, nearly robotic. She hadn't heard this tone from Tariq since he'd been here, but there was no ...
... heard her gasp. He had. “What the hell's wrong with you? It's just me,” Tariq said, no longer sounding playful. That was the tone, understated, nearly robotic. She hadn't heard this tone from Tariq since he'd been here, but there was no ...
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... heard of this out-of-the-way logging town, which was accessible from Portland only by a two-lane riverfront road from Sacajawea's larger neighbor, Longview, or a ferry from Westport, Oregon, beyond Puget Island. Sacajawea's main street ...
... heard of this out-of-the-way logging town, which was accessible from Portland only by a two-lane riverfront road from Sacajawea's larger neighbor, Longview, or a ferry from Westport, Oregon, beyond Puget Island. Sacajawea's main street ...
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... heard rivalry in her friend's voice. All through high school, she and Liza had raced to see who could get more, faster. Liza had never left Sacajawea, but she'd still done just fine: Rumor had it that Liza only worked part-time at the ...
... heard rivalry in her friend's voice. All through high school, she and Liza had raced to see who could get more, faster. Liza had never left Sacajawea, but she'd still done just fine: Rumor had it that Liza only worked part-time at the ...
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