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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A Novel Tananarive Due. For my grandmother Lottie Sears Houston May 3, 1920–December 25, 2000 We miss you, Mother In Eden, who sleeps happiest? The serpent. — DEREK WALCOTT.
A Novel Tananarive Due. For my grandmother Lottie Sears Houston May 3, 1920–December 25, 2000 We miss you, Mother In Eden, who sleeps happiest? The serpent. — DEREK WALCOTT.
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... mother's name today. This was one of those rare days she had not thought once about her mother. Now, she remembered why she kept her interactions with Sacajawea residents to a minimum: They knew too much. They knew the things she rarely ...
... mother's name today. This was one of those rare days she had not thought once about her mother. Now, she remembered why she kept her interactions with Sacajawea residents to a minimum: They knew too much. They knew the things she rarely ...
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... mother used to send me out here for your grandma's root teas. Boy, did I love coming over to Mrs. T'saint's house. I memorized the order of all the presidents once just so she'd let me have a piece of pie, and believe me, it was worth ...
... mother used to send me out here for your grandma's root teas. Boy, did I love coming over to Mrs. T'saint's house. I memorized the order of all the presidents once just so she'd let me have a piece of pie, and believe me, it was worth ...
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... mother's delusions, Angela thought. She was glad her grandmother had never tried to pass any of it on to her. As a child, she'd been afraid whatever was wrong with her mother might be catching somehow. Angela went to the kitchen, where ...
... mother's delusions, Angela thought. She was glad her grandmother had never tried to pass any of it on to her. As a child, she'd been afraid whatever was wrong with her mother might be catching somehow. Angela went to the kitchen, where ...
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... mother's warring emotions as a child, trying to guess which version of Dominique Toussaint would emerge next. “I'm fine, dag,” Corey said impatiently. “Then do me a favor and go to the cellar and bring some sodas up, okay? They're ...
... mother's warring emotions as a child, trying to guess which version of Dominique Toussaint would emerge next. “I'm fine, dag,” Corey said impatiently. “Then do me a favor and go to the cellar and bring some sodas up, okay? They're ...
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